When I went out to feed a few days ago, Dusty pointed out that I had also inadvertantly turtle-proofed the pasture. A snapping turtle was stuck on one side of the fence, and a trail of flattened grass showed that he/she had tried with no luck to find a way to the other side.
We get snappers in our yard every year around this time. Usually the pattern is: Dusty finds one; I run and get the camera; the turtle is long gone by the time I return. This one seemed a little tuckered out, because I checked on it for the next hour and it was still in the same spot, so I decided it needed some help.
Every snapping turtle that I have ever seen around here has been headed in an easterly sort of direction, which means that it has to cross a fairly busy county road with a 50 mph speed limit. Two years ago a HUGE snapping turtle was fatally struck. This one would escape that fate, thanks to my help.
You see where this is going, right?
Loaded it onto its chariot.
Freed it on the other side of the county road.
It agreed and headed off for far horizons. Patted myself on the back and drove off.
Luckily, I doubled back just to check... and found it trying to cross the county road again. It was a very determined turtle.
Haven't seen it since. Hoping that he/she made it to wherever destination it was headed for in the first place, with absolutely no