It sounded sporatic. Stop.go.stop.go.
I thought.. you know? That might be a snake. I should check.
And sure enough a coachwhip went from one bush to the next. Luckily I know my snakes and therefore knew better than to panic. I sat down on my rock and finished my coffee. Mr.pinksnake went off on his merry ol' way.
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