Walked out the back door to turn on the soaker hose and laying next to my car is our dog. Not 3 feet from her is a pretty big snake. She didn't pay it no mind. So I turn around to put on real shoes and grab the snake tools. Black snakes get relocated to a property, but any dangerous kinds become deceased. By the time I return, no snake. I look up at my fence row at a growling rooster. There he is! Out of nine roosters only one was standing in between the snake and the girls in the run. (Guess who got extra treats tonight) Momma mode kicks in and i book it to the snake and go Red Queen on it. The dog decides to wake up about this time and comes over to take the snake (like she killed it and it's her trophy, geesh). It was a dark snake but there was a very faint pattern and some red. I felt justified even if my husband is mad I killed a black snake...