Last year, I had a brief but special relationship with Gordon, the girl turtle. She was a beauty and came to live with us for a time at our house. I had picked her up at the deluxe deer stand and always wanted a pet turtle. After I read about the plight of turtles in captivity, I returned her to the wild figuring I would never see her again…but at least she would be free and able to breed, live, do what turtles do.
Last weekend, I was weed-eating around the bee yard when I grazed across the top of the weirdest looking rock I had ever seen. I bent down and saw a turtle shell buried in the grass. I didn’t bury him/her in clippings…the turtle was actually down in the grass and seem to have been that way for a little while at least. Anyhow, I figured it was an empty shell so when I picked it up and a turtle peeked back at me, I was delighted! “Gordon!” I screamed. Of course, the turtle retreated back into the shell and I nearly dropped him as well. After I settled, I realized this wasn’t Gordon, but was almost assuredly kin to Gordon…or maybe her beau.
This Turtle, who I named Ming, is a boy I think and was pretty good size! I was so happy that the turtle population at the farm is still apparently alive and well and that my girl-turtle Gordon may be responsible for at least some of that!