A Loggerhead Shrike atop the old windmill at Treasure Hammock Ranch. Too damaged by past hurricanes to work anymore, the windmill stands out in one of the pastures, its concrete water trough dry as a bone. Sitting one day on the edge of the trough relaxing from the walk, I looked down inside the trough to find a large Black Racer trying frantically to no avail to stretch its long body to reach the top and escape, the high walls of the trough making it an impossible task. Finding a lengthy branch I placed it into the trough at an angle and the snake eventually found this escape route out of the concrete prison to freedom. It was a satisfying day.