As the boys were doing their morning run around the yards one of them saw a snake slither back into the rocks. The commotion of seeing the snake brought the others running and one of the boys even came to get me. We typically have wonderful garden snakes, but I have tried to teach the boys not to grab a snake until we can identify it. We live close enough to the mountains that there are more dangerous snakes around.
This particular snake is a Western Terrestrial Garter snake, at least it looks like the one in the information guide.
After we learned it was a safe snake to pick up Rock was the bravest and went in for the capture. As he was reaching in he told me all sorts of facts he had learned from Grandpa about these particular snakes. Dad is always great about bringing snakes he finds for the boys to hold and see. It's been fun watching the boys become more brave with each encounter.
Rock wanted to share the snake with everyone in the neighborhood, but most people did not appreciate this new friend quite like he did. Grandpa wasn't home or he would have understood and appreciated the grand moment of this capture. The snake was released back into the rocks after a little while and hundreds of pleadings to make it a pet. Boys.