Done now? Not yet. The prettiest rattlesnake of the day lay before us, our fourth neonate. This one had the nicest colors, pattern and contrast of the four, and it was in good shape as well. No adults for us, but who could complain about four little Timbers, or the whole day for that matter?

One more Green Snake, emerging from a hole, and one more Cottonmouth, close to our exit point, crawling up to wish us goodbye and thank us for visiting. The sun was just brushing the treetops to the west, and would be setting soon. The day was running out and so was our season for snakes; the cold would return soon, the sun fade away further, and our next visit was at least a season away.