|This guy is more out in the open than he'd like, but a turtle has to take a few risks |
in order to move from his winter grounds to his summer hideout.
|He stood perfectly still while I walked around him and knelt down real |
close to his face for this shot. His shell is still dusty, meaning he recently
came out of hibernation in one of our more distant creek beds.
The wet-weather or intermittent creeks are running just enough to keep parts of the forest floor damp, a prime condition for mushrooms to form amidst all the decay.
|Devil's Urn or Devil's Cup popping up in an area we burned last month. Obviously these |
leaves just got around to dropping recently, or they couldn't be there in that condition now.
When I left the woods and made my way to our yard (Ha! - that's what we call it, because we mow it, but it ain't no real yard - just greener than dirt), I ran across another turtle - this time a young snapper.
|This snapper was sassy. No sitting still for him. Every time I tried to pick him up out of the fourteen blades |
of grass we own to get a better shot of his armored shell, he hissed and lunged with his mouth wide open.
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