Last week we arrived home one evening to see this buried in our front garden.
I'm pretty sure my first words were "who put a rock in our front garden?"
On closer inspection, it looks like we have a new snapper turtle
friend, who decided that our garden was the perfect spot to lay her
eggs. After convincing the twins that the turtle wasn't going to jump
up, chase them, and snap, we happily settled in for some turtle
observation. Over the course of a few hours, the turtle completely
buried itself in the dirt. I expected the turtle to be gone by morning,
but at 530 am our dog started barking up a storm, and Finley and I rushed downstairs to see this out the window.
This of course necessitated waking up Hadley, and before long, we were sitting in our jammies in the driveway watching our friend make his way towards the road. With a little encouragement, the turtle headed downhill towards the lake, and we were left with a pile of dirt with some turtle eggs in our front garden. These eggs have become an object of fascination, I can only hope in 10 weeks or so when the turtles emerge that we get to see some of the little turtles.
There is nothing like, science, adventure, and discovery right outside your front door (even when it is at 5:30 in the morning)!