The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta June 14, 2012

A black snake leaves the flicker nest-hole and begins a perilous descent of the smooth trunk, a bulge in its midsection from all the eggs.

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See my blog post on the whole flicker-black snake saga at Via Negativa.

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