Look what the doggies dragged in:
That’s a Northern brown snake (storeria dekayi), I think. Robin rescued it from the jaws of one of our intrepid Extreme Killer Dachshunds, who ferreted it out of a small hole in the backyard. It got a little punctured, and appeared dead when my wife deposited it on the sill in the picture, but it was pretty sprightly when I picked it up a short time later. I let it go in the front yard. Maybe it will recover enough to resume its snaky business.
Those snakes are useful critters. They rid the neighborhood of bugs and invertebrates. (They don’t fare so well against ferocious German badger dogs with a tendency to kill anything small and moving.) Like the New Hampshire Fish & Game Department says–there’s never a reason to kill a snake in this state. There’s no poisonous species here save for a tiny population of timber rattlers that is just about extinct.
This fella is at the very upper end of the brown snake size scale. The Wicked Smaht Wildlife Book says they rarely grow beyond twelve inches, and this one was every bit that long.