I spotted this stripey patterned snake on moss-covered rocks on the way down the path to Whiteford Sands very early one morning. At first I thought the adder was sunning itself, warming up to get going and hunt. It stayed obligingly still so that I could take its picture. It took me a while to realise that, unfortunately, it had expired, was dead, was no more. A small wound behind the head seemed to indicate that it had been picked up by a bird and then dropped by accident. It was the prey not the predator that morning.
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