The Turtle

I was going for a walk when I ran across a turtle trying to cross the road. As any of you who know me know, when I come across nature I generally have to touch it, pick it up, and bring it back for my younger siblings to see. The turtle was no exception...



I brought him back and kept him in a peach box for an hour until the kids got home.



I learned something about turtles, no matter where you hold them they can reach you with either their front or back claws. Oh, and they have sharp claws, I learned that too.


Rosie and I took him down to the crick to drop him off in what we assumed to be his natural habitat.


He was not really grateful. In fact, I had to give him a lecture about behaving before I could let him go on his way.


Turns out he was not a swimming turtle... At least he was able to float to the opposite shore where he disappeared into the bank. Realizing he was not a swimming turtle helped me feel a little better about the attitude he had when I was about to put him in the crick...

The turtle saving crew. Well, we like to think we saved him....