A garter snake took up residence in the hay storage area of the donkey shed a couple of years ago. I wasn't sure he had returned to his summer hangout until this morning. I was mid-bend, almost reaching down to pick up some loose hay on the floor when I saw him all stretched out using the hay as a fluffy bed. Usually he's coiled up atop a hay bale taking a snooze. This morning I was worried about him. I politely asked if he was OK, but no response. So I had to nudge his bed with the pitchfork and he stretched and said good morning.
All's right with the world.