11:00 AM on a cool winter day, the sun is finally out and Blackie is anxious to bask.
At first Blackie as a yearling was no more approachable than any other southern black racer, Coluber constrictor priapus. I’d see him in the tortoise yard, try to approach, and the snake would dart into tall grasses and disappear. When first seen Blackie was well patterned as are most normally colored black racers. It was June when I first noticed him.

But being open to the sunlight the tortoise pen was a great place for a snake to thermoregulate and every couple of days Blackie would make an appearance and on every appearance I managed to frighten him.

Then for a period of about 2 weeks I didn’t see him and I thought, “darn-one of the resident red shouldered hawks had gotten him. But no. He had changed positions and was spending a much of the time when he wasn’t hunting brown anoles behind the tortoise house. We have lots of anoles in the yard so Blackie grew noticeably during that summer. By autumn Blackie was about 26 inches long and most of the dorsal blotches of its baby pattern (I’ve never caught it to actually ascertain its gender) were already suffused by the melanin that would soon obscure all.except chin and throat. These would remain white.

When the seasonable temperatures dropped Blackie disappeared again. Since I heated the tortoise house in cold weather I guessed that the little snake was somewhere near that source of warmth. But then during one of our warm winter spells I found a shed skin coming from a loose spot in our house wall into the tortoise yard. Blackie had found a spot safe from tortoise feet and now that I knew where to look, on warm winter days I would often see a loose coil of the snake’s body slightly below the lowest level of siding.

By mid February Blackie was out basking and feeding again. But now he was not skedaddling if I approached him slowly. By the end of that year Blackie was approaching or may have exceeded 36 inches in length by a bit and he was a jet satiny black.

I seemed to be finding a shed skin from Blackie every couple of weeks but he was less easily seen. Again I thought “oh oh—a hawk got him. But then I found him basking quietly in the greenhouse. I knew it was him because I was moving the black plastic on which he was lying before I saw him and his only response was a couple of flicks of the tongue. This morning, an 85F day, Blackie was back in the tortoise yard and then an hour later basking on the back porch. As he left to begin foraging he stretched completely across the 4 foot wide steps with a bit of tail drooping over one side. That measured out to 50”, about as big as southern black racers get. And when he left he crawled across my shoe. I guess he’s decided I’m harmless.