When I die, if dying means discovering answers to everything we've ever wished to know, I would like to know if there is any deeper meaning to me finding turtles in the road.
It happened again today. M and I were on our way to run errands when I passed a turtle on the main street of our neighborhood. I never pass up an opportunity to save a turtle (and wanted to give G and N a gander at it when they got home from school).
Franklin #3 is on the deck as I type this. I had him in a low clear plastic container but he escaped and nearly fell off the 2-story deck so now he is ensconced in a taller blue plastic bin. Once N returns home we will return him to the woods behind our neighborhood from whence he came.
It happened again today. M and I were on our way to run errands when I passed a turtle on the main street of our neighborhood. I never pass up an opportunity to save a turtle (and wanted to give G and N a gander at it when they got home from school).
Franklin #3 is on the deck as I type this. I had him in a low clear plastic container but he escaped and nearly fell off the 2-story deck so now he is ensconced in a taller blue plastic bin. Once N returns home we will return him to the woods behind our neighborhood from whence he came.
M, Franklin #3 in clear bin
G, Franklin #3 in blue bin
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