It's me. I'm the one with pants on.
Saturday afternoon Pattie Kraus called me to say, "Help! I'm being attacked
by a turtle down the street!" She was driving South on North Stratford on her
way home. It was pretty funny because last spring I had "rescued" her from a
slightly smaller Snapper in front of her house. I think they have some pictures
of that event too. This turtle was in front of Scott Casey's house (just
demolished and now being rebuilt) just North of Old Ivy. It seemed even weirder
because I found the Chicken Turtle a few houses North the day before.
It gets funnier. Friday afternoon, I took the Chicken Turtle (the other
picture) back South to the detention pond, for relocation, stopping to let
Hunter Hess know I was going to cut through his yard to do so. 24 hours later,
when I rang his doorbell, he asked, "Got another turtle?"
I put both turtles in the creek behind Hunter's house, just upstream from the
detention pond. I trust both are happy in their new neighborhoods. Both were
females, and unharmed. The Chicken Turtle had an old and significant wound to
her carapace, but time had healed it well. The Snapping Turtle was, true to
form, snapping at any and everything. No humans were harmed in the filming of
this story.
My agent says it's OK to publish, but make sure Pattie gets credit for the
discovery.
Best to you,
Arthur Roberts

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