Husband was out walking along the Creek Bank in our back yard, and nearly had a stroke when he saw this. Frantic tapping on my studio window with a long cane pole brought me down the stairs, fast.
Do you remember last month's Saga of the Snapping Turtle ?
And his ugly wife? And how we worried that they might have made Snapping Turtle Babies in our pond?
I think this might be Junior:
|When we tried to guide him into the bucket with this rake, he struck out at the rake like a cobra striking...ZZZIPPPP!!|
We could hear his beak hit the metal of the rake. Good Lord. And this guy is only about 18 inches long. Just a teenager.
Into the bucket he goes...Mandatory Evacuation.
Which, apparently, is a Snapping Turtle Penthouse Pad.
Sorry. Mandatory Evacuation. Period.