A Tale of Two Trash Snakes Part 3
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The day Carol revealed herself to us, consuming a whiptail on our doorstep, she ended up on the far side of the garage, under an old metal sheet. As night fell, I cast a dim light under her shelter to confirm she was still there. But will she still be around in the morning?
Yep! The first thing on my mind that morning was to pay her a visit. She was there, under shelter, and she must’ve sensed it was a good place to hunt, as she was again positioned in a classic ambush posture. While she anticipated the passage of an inattentive lizard, I hoped to capture the event on video, so I zoomed a camera in on her and crossed my fingers. The camera rolled for hours, and but for a few head adjustments, this is what it looked like:
The following day began much the same, with Carol patiently hunting at the edge of the metal. I was not so patient however, and didn’t bother setting up a video camera on her. Instead, I would check on her from time to time, using binoculars to disturb her as little as possible.
At 10am, I went to peek at her and just glimpsed tail and rattle as it slipped over the rock wall and out of sight. Thinking she had bored of that spot and was ready to make a move, I grabbed my video camera and made my around into her anticipated direction of travel. But I was in for a surprise:
This was her second meal in as many days — that we witnessed! Although we love our lizards, we hope that her feeding success will prompt future visits.