Rooting around in the barn, setting up the feed for horses, goats, and sheep, and I come across a small rattlesnake. Since he's in the barn and not in the woods where he's supposed to be, I kill him and find a small mouse inside him. Same barn, an hour later . . . nearly step on a rat snake. Since he's non venomous, he gets shoved aside and left to clear out the rest of the mice that the rattler left. I suppose it's time that I start wearing shoes again. It makes me want to move the hen coop into the goat pasture, because the girls have a tendency of getting a little too freaked out when a snake comes to visit. Poor things.