The warm weather has allowed us to enjoy lots of outside time. We’ve been having dinner on the deck and then playing outside until it’s time for a bath and bed for Andrew. Each night we’ve taken a walk and each time we went bunny watching. Success two out of the three nights.
Sneaking up close to get a better picture.
Andrew had fun making crunching noises in the leaves.
And of course we stopped to poke sticks at ant hills.
Andrew attempting to trace himself.
Then, somehow over the course of a few nice evenings, our driveway turned into this.
And Andrew’s favorite neighbor convinced me to lay down on the driveway so she could trace me. What has happened to my life? Anyone?
Fast forward to this evening. We are playing outside for about 30 minutes when another neighbor yells over “hey, do you guys see that huge turtle?”. No, sir. Can’t you see we are busy covering the driveway and ourselves with chalk dust? So, we look over and there is a big snapping turtle about 20 feet from us.
After we all stared at it for awhile, we decided it would be best to move it to the marshy area behind the neighbor’s house. He tried to pick it up, but there was too much snapping from the turtle and screaming from myself and the neighbor girls.
Clearly, this was a job for two men…and Andrew’s sled.
Everyone waited in suspense.
The turtle only left a few scratches in the sled.
And was off to his new home. And then Andrew started to cry because he wanted “more, turtle”. And then I decided that I had had my fill of screaming children for the day so we all came in and read books instead. THE END.
Please call me the next time you have a snapping turtle in your posession.