So. . .anyways . . .on Friday. . .we kept close to the campground. . .
and it was a good thing we did too.
My beloved caught a baby rattler that was borrowing our beach.
He scooped it up. . using a small stick. .
and popped it in a plastic tumbler. ..
and kept it by popping another plastic tumbler. .
He let the neighboring camper kids. .
have a look, and was going to let it go up the hill aways. .
but then we decided to take it to the office.
Sure. . .and it's a good thing we did too. .
since we then found out that baby rattlers. .
are the most pugnacious little things.
They bite. . and release their venom. . .but don't let go.
We dropped him into the snake box. . .
where he had company by the big ratter that we had reported earlier in the morning.
Several hours later ..
the most precious feet stepped foot onto our camp.
The lil' farm hand and his mommy and daddy came up to play relay.
The next day .. .we left them with the trailer. . .and once the little guy was napping. . .
(to avoid a bit of sadness). . we drove home.
Father's Day . . .
I followed my beloved around the car show. .
he thought I was taking pictures of cars. . .and trucks. .
but I was taking pictures of him. . .
looking at cars. . .and trucks. .
and enjoyed it very much. . ..
Late afternoon. . .BBQ. . grandgirlie and folks. .
lots of laughing. . .and chasing. . .and hiding. . . and now. .
The day is nearly done. . .
he's happy. . .
I'm happy. . .
back in the bungalow.