This week
brought a fun little adventure to our house. On our way home during our morning
walk, Colleen and I came across a very adorable baby snapping turtle, who was
unwisely crossing a road. So, we decided to help the little fellow out.
He was very
friendly, though he certainly wasn’t fond of being picked up by his still-soft
shell – he used his little legs to push at the fingers holding him until
Colleen decided to let him stand on her hands for the rest of the walk home.
This led to him walking with us, in a manner, as he began walking on his own as
well – with Colleen putting one hand in front of the other for the determined
little guy. And he always seemed to want to go in the same direction – towards the
sun. To us, this validated our decision to interfere with nature, as his path
would have taken him across the road, into a farm field during plowing season,
then across a far busier road into another farm field which he would have to
cross before reaching something that vaguely resembled safety.
We got him
home and made him a temporary tank to live in until we could safely relocate
him. There was some small desire to keep him as a pet, or to keep him around
for a few days before returning him to the wild, but he clearly didn’t like his
enclosure and he nearly constantly tried to escape. We also decided that he was
too young for us to keep him very long without risking harming his ability to
survive in nature – he was so young that he still had his egg-tooth and a small
amount of whatever the egg-equivalent of an umbilical cord is. Plus, he was an
at-risk species in the region, so we needed to get him back out into the wild
as soon as we could.
So, as soon
as we had a moment of time, we took him out to where we’d decided he would have
the best chance at survival. We considered taking him to a nearby park which
had ponds, but we decided that the high-traffic and fishing in the area might
not be good for such a little turtle, so instead we took him to part of the
trails we walk on where there is a nearby stream, figuring that it was roughly
the direction he was heading in and about halfway between the ponds and where
we found him – so if his instincts were taking him to the pond, he would have a
much shorter journey, and only one infrequently used road to cross.
After this
had gone on for some time, we finally gave up on him and lifted him one last
time to move him directly into the underbrush where he would be safer, should
he decide to continue being statuesque.
We have no
way of knowing if what we did actually helped him, or if he will survive. We
very much hope that his interaction with us hasn’t taught him that he has
nothing to fear from predators. However, we do believe that what we did gave
him a far better chance at survival than his plodding course across busy roads
and farms would have. We’ll probably never know – but, on the other hand, perhaps
someday we’ll come across a much larger snapping turtle on the trail. Then he’ll
let us know what he really thought about our little rescue operation.
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