Sunday, May 17, 2015
a thump at the door
So, it was after nine last night and we were sitting on the couch and we heard a series of thumps outside the front door. Marc gets up and opens the door, turns on the light, and says...it's the turtle!
Big Mama?!, I ask, getting up and looking, wondering if I had left the gate open, which has been known to happen. Not Big Mama. Bigger than Big Mama. And I wouldn't call Big Mama small or even medium. She's pretty big at 10 1/2".
I know we've been getting a lot of rain but how, and the bigger question why, did a huge red ear slider find it's way to thumping around the front door of our house on the concrete under the overhang. It's not like we live on the banks of a bayou or even a creek and the river is about 3 miles away though there are several drainage ditches nearby.
You just gonna leave it there, he asks me?
Well. Yeah. I wasn't thinking of trying to keep it. Big Mama is one thing, she's been a captive since she was hatched just about (and just what would she think to have a bigger wild turtle plonked down in her pond). This girl had survived quite well on her own. Still he was concerned that she needed water so I carried her through the house (paused for a photo shoot) and out the back door and out the gate and set her down on the ground next to the water lily pond. She could indulge or continue on her journey.
No sign of her this morning.