Of close encounters with snakes...

Yesterday, after leaving the devil compound at Cressy we were driving along when my workmate, Trev, and I both turned to each other and said "Was that a snake?". It turns out it wasnt one snake, but two copperheads mating. Trev is an old hand at snake handling and was concerned that the snakes were absentmindedly moving further and further onto the road while entwined together. We stood watch over the pair for a while to ensure that they weren't run over and when they seperated Trev moved them across safely to opposite ends of the road.

Trev with his makeshift snake handling gear (the bar from across the back of our ute that holds the cover up to prevent puddles).

One snake, two heads.