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I discovered that I was not the slowest thing along the Southern Links Trailway near Millington, Michigan.
European Pond Turtle - Emys orbicularis - Европейская болотная черепаха
Russia, Astrakhan region, Khmelevka, yerik Shalburkin, 09/23/2011
found this guy in the woods- his shell made it seem like he'd had a hard life (not to mention his red eyes)
I Have Never Seen A Turtle Whilst Snorkelling I Wud Love 2 See 1 Because They Are Very Friendly And Wen They Swim It Makes Me Laugh =P
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These guys live along the Australian east coast on a diet including insects and fish. They like to impress the ladies with a funky head bobbing dance.
Find out about many different animals at www.crazycreatures.org
A painted turtle basking amidst duckweed in the large vernal pool in the Dell.
An absolutely perfect spring day in Mt. Auburn Cemetery, which straddles Cambridge and Watertown. Birds, bees, frogs, turtles and colorful explosions of bloom and blossom everywhere you turned. All in a sprawling, historic cemetery (the first "garden cemetery"), that is also an amazing arboretum and urban wildlife sanctuary.
*here's the obligatory Zombie Turtle Kid.
This little painted turtle was at least a half kilometre away from the nearest visible water. When i found him he was obstinately stuck inside his shell on the side of a logging road, refusing to poke his head out. At least it was all downhill back to the lake. There was also a leech stuck to the top of his shell, which was persistently still alive, even though i cant imagine how long this guy had been out of the water. How long does it take a turtle to cross a half km of cutover and climb a hill?
Unlike my on last visit to the refuge, it was a warm, clear day, so dozens of turtles were basking in the sun in the impoundment.
My first memory of this area is from back when I was a child, and rode through what was just the Tinicum marsh area with my family (well before becoming a refuge, and named after the late senator). My father stopped the car when he saw something in the road ahead. It was a very large turtle, completely coated in oil. I don’t remember much of the details of the story, but we took her home and cleaned her up, releasing her in the stream in Washington’s Crossing State Park, with others of her kind. We named her Olive Oil, and I do remember she looked happy as she swam up to sun herself on a rock in the center.