Traveling around the country, you meet a lot of interesting people, single-minded folks with convection. In April, I met Wendy Shaw, a passionate conservationist and self-confessed rattlesnake whisperer, i.e. protector and rescuer.
As her tagline states, "Rattlesnakes aren't really monsters. They just play monsters on TV."
|Wendy Shaw with night snake|
Often at night they find themselves on darkened highways where their flattened scales do not find much traction and inevitably a car or truck comes barreling along. The thick, large scales on their bellies are called "scutes," and they are not particularly good at gripping asphalt.
|Western spadefoot toad|
WOW 'n GOODNESS!
After a day's work, she is out until midnight or even into the wee hours, if it's a busy night, on snake patrol.
If there were a Nobel Prize for kindness, Wendy would get my nod.
Click here and Wendy tells here own story, night patrol.
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