Rattlesnake, It’s What’s for Dinner!

Snakes have been prevalent this summer.  Sightings include three copperheads, multiple ring necks, one water snake, and two rattle snakes.  On one particular afternoon, the children spotted a rattlesnake close to staff lodging.  After being called in for snake killing duty, the men came across another one on the trail; so that made two in one day.

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Our oldest was thrilled with the opportunity to skin and clean the rattlesnakes.  Who knew all those biology dissections we did the past school year would come in handy?!

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After removing the innards and peeling off the skin, the meat was washed and cut into pieces.

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After soaking overnight in salt water, the meat was dipped in an egg and milk mixture, then in cornmeal, and then fried in olive oil.

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The finished product was similar texture to chicken, a bit chewy, with a very mild flavor.

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Our supper included rattlesnake, Kentucky green beans, potatoes, and ham.   Yum!

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Our son made a necklace with the buttons which still make a rattling noise.

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After soaking the skins in a glycerin and alcohol solution, he removed any remaining pieces of flesh.  After coating the skins with a layer of glycerin and hanging them to dry, the skins are preserved.  He plans to make a wallet out of the leather.

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Summer Beauty

The beauty of God’s Creation shows up in various forms in the summer.

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Morning Sunbeams
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Summer Foliage
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Squash on the Vine, Corn on the Stalk

 

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Corn at Dusk

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Sunsets: No Two Alike

“This is my Father’s world,
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas–
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father’s world:
The birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world:
He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,
He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father’s world:
O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the Ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world:
Why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King: let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let earth be glad!”

-Maltie D. Babcock