The turtle awoke. All was quiet. He stretched his legs. “Where’d the ground go?” he wondered.
He stuck his head out. And was greeted with a magnificent view…
He saw trees. He saw farmhouses. He saw fields. He saw a lettuce patch.
He saw a road. He saw great metal objects traveling to and fro.
After awhile a large, long, yellow metal object came down the road and then stopped. Part of its side suddenly opened. Humans spilled out. There were little humans. There were some medium-sized humans. There were some taller humans.
One of the taller humans walked directly towards the turtle. “Uh-oh,” thought the turtle.
The human stopped in front of the turtle, blocking the turtle’s view. The human then picked up the turtle from the top of the fence post and placed him gently back on the ground. The human then walked away.
“So that’s how I got up there,” thought the turtle.
The turtle then remembered the lettuce patch. “Well, this worked out pretty well,” thought the turtle. He began his journey.
Brought back memories of the nice elderly women that would help the box turtles in my area cross a busy road from their pond every spring. She would diligently go out every morning, pick them up from the road and caution drivers to be aware of them so as not to get hit. There ought to be more like her, not less.
Every adult box turtle is vital to the future of its population. Box turtle populations in the fragmented habitats typical of the eastern United States are so sensitive to the loss of adults that, according to modeling...