I had already walked the fire lines in the woods and was finishing with a walk to the gate to fetch the morning excuse (a/k/a the mullet wrapper) when I saw this fellow playing possum. He was very still, but even so, you can see his round eye.
The morning had turned sultry. Heat from my face steamed my glasses so that I couldn’t see. Even with a snake who was clearly a lot more afraid of me than I was of him, I wasn’t crazy about having my vision fogged, and so I quickly dried the lenses on my tee shirt, then walked around him slowly.
Oh yes. Snake. Not stick.
He had skedaddled by the time I returned from the gate.