When I came in to turn on Oliver’s lights this morning, he was out from under his log, and resting on the branch. He’s always been photogenic, way back before he had a name, and I called him Mr NewSnake.
When I came in to turn on Oliver’s lights this morning, he was out from under his log, and resting on the branch. He’s always been photogenic, way back before he had a name, and I called him Mr NewSnake.