The baby timber rattlesnake, about as long as a pencil and with only a little “button*” on the end of its tail where a rattle will grow, slipped into a crack under a slab of rock before I could get a picture. I yelled “Oh my God” or something like that, and quickly blurted out what I had seen so that my daughter Magnolia knew why I had pulled up short o…
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