About 50 sociable weavers were sitting in a twiggy bush next to our unit, screeching their little heads off. We immediately thought there must be a snake around, but nothing was spotted. Then a bit of yellow caught our eyes..., about 2 metres from the little gate of the fenced-in braai area.
The tip of a snout....under our unit!
SO went to tell Oliver about our guest/resident’s appearance, while I kept an eye on him. When Oliver and SO returned, Oliver told us to try to keep still, so that the cobra would decide to leave his hole. So we all got onto the patio, out of sight, and waited. Oliver, who was standing near the fence about 10 metres away, made signs that the snake was coming. Eish! With that the cobra retreated back into his hole. This snake was a very sensitive soul. Mark and I went back to the braai area, and Wezl and Eagle Eyes went back to reading their books on the patio, with Wezl sitting closest to the kettle. (What makes you think our kids have had too many bush holidays?)We tried our best to be quiet and still. Then Oliver said that the snake was out and coming alongside the unit, towards us and the patio.
I told the kids to be ready to jump over the opposite patio wall if I shout, as the cobra might climb the wall nearest the gate.(where the kettle is)
Well, that is exactly what he did!
I shouted ‘JUMP’ and Eagle Eyes flew over the wall on the other side(
didn’t know I had such an athletic daughter). Wezl, on the other hand
, chose that moment to inform us of the pros and cons of jumping versus walking out the gate. The cobra was still climbing the wall and had about a foot to go before he laid eyes on Wezl a metre away. By this time I was very excited and started to jump like a jack-in-a-box(
probably trying to get the message across to Wezl), and luckily the cobra saw me and quickly turned and shot back into his hole. Phew! Now the waiting game continued. The cobra came out a few minutes later and headed off in a new direction...
But Oliver made a slight movement and the cobra made a hasty retreat again.
Finally he came out again and slithered alongside the unit towards the back. Now we could all get out of the fenced area. When we turned the corner, the cobra was up the back wall, trying to get into the bathroom window. Oliver then decided that he would have to catch this cobra and relocate him further from our unit.
That snake stick is quite short when you are trying to catch a six foot cobra, so Oliver asked Mark to use the longish tent pole(used to open and close the vents in the tent) to pin the head, while Oliver tried to clamp the snake stick around the cobra. Well, it did not quite work out the way it should have. Instead the snake dropped to the ground and made it’s escape, with hood spread.
We made sure it moved into the veld. Last seen moving towards the sociable weavers nest with hood up. Oops
, I hoped it got distracted before it reached that particular tree. After all, those birds had sounded the alarm for us.
A pic of one of the brave hearts!
Oliver and the snake stick!
As for our braai? We sat down to cinder chops and burnt twiggy wors, it still tasted good!(amazing what adrenalin does