I am once again participating in this fun event. Click to see what else is going on outside today.
OK, you have to say that title with a Cuban accent, Al Pacino/Tony Montana style.
Somehow every time I decide to take a blog break I end up posting more than usual. I'm sure this is some deep psychological problem that may or may not be addressed at some point. Bloggeritis or bloggomania or some such (just don't name it Frippery disease).
Anywho...Joe and I decided to address the front area in our yard affectionately known as "The Pit". When we built our home, we asked the builder to leave this small grove of trees as it gave us extra privacy as well as blocking some sun from the skylights during the summer. It is located behind the Blessed Virgin statue in this picture. It has become overgrown with Honeysuckle, buckthorn and garlic mustard, all invasive plants in Ohio. So we finally decided to do something with this area, but first it had to be cleared. You can see the Honey suckle sneaking up behind the statue in this picture. As we started clearing, with chainsaw and clippers in hand we discovered our little friend.
Good thing we saw him first. This is a common snapping turtle. We think he had hibernated in the pit, which gets very wet in the spring and when the ground warmed up, out he (or she) came.
We tried to think of a way to get him to move on into the woods in search of a pond. We were concerned about our dogs getting curious because this little bugger can chomp fingers or toes off in an instant, to say nothing of paws or cute wet noses.
He spent most of the day with us. Eventually, as we uncovered him from the shade of our clippings he decided our front yard wasn't a very good snapping turtle habitat. He took it upon himself to find a new place to hang out.
Not the most attractive of the turtle species, if I must say. I do think Box turtles are quite lovely... this guy, not so much.
It was an interesting encounter but I am glad he is on his merry way.
Have a Wednesday full of new experiences, P.
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