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© Beth Dargis 2002-2005

6/06/2004

Today I was planning on a retreat day, but the sunshine was calling me. So, instead I went to the lake with the family. The water felt like stepping into cold ice tea at first. After falling backwards in, it was more refreshing than cold. When the kids were done swimming they found fossils, shells and a snail still in its shell.

We got hungry so we heading to Jeff's parents' place. During our stay the kids excitedly came in to show us a snapping turtle they had found. Remember a couple weeks ago we found the baby. This one must have been the daddy. Biggest one I have seen that close. The long, curved claws and sharp hook-like mouth were menacing. My mother-in-law saw a crack in the back of the shell and touched it. The turtle twisted around like a whip, mouth open wide. My mother-in-law flew back to get away. I stayed with my daughter as we watched a long time. She took notes on the claws, the beady eyes, the shell and other observations. After the snapping turtle ran off into some long grass, she came into the house with a large painted turtle. She pouted when we told her we couldn't keep it.


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posted by Beth Dargis on 6/06/2004 09:19:00 PM |