My friend Juliet was on the phone when a banded cobra slid through the French windows and straight past her into the sitting room. Her brother rushed in with a gun and shot the snake, just missing his mother's china cabinet. It measured 5'7" long and potentially very dangerous. But where was it's mate?
Another night one of the horses decided to cross a cattle grid. He got stucker than stuck. Three of his legs were between the bars. The Government vet told us we would never get him out uninjured and that the only answer was to shoot him. We managed to help by sliding bed boards - great slabs of wood - either side of the little horse before pulling out his hooves with ropes. He finally struggled to his feet a bit bruised and shaken but with no damage done apart from an injury to his pride.
Do add your own stories of life in the bush in the comments below ~
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