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North Point State Park
My husband shepherded him out of the road very gingerly! This guy was enormous!
Chelydra s. serpentina, Common Snapping Turtle in Bloomer Park, Rochester Michigan.
I almost ran over it on my bike. Rather large specimen - at least 15" long.
The great expanses of the oceans and the seas
Are quietly navigated by creatures such as these.
I was surprised to learn that Green turtles get their name from the greenish colour of their meat and fat - they are not green to look at.
October 4, 2015
We found this spotted turtle (Clemmys guttata) trying to cross the street at my Uncle's house in Mattapoisett, MA - USA. He was making typical "turtle progress" so we helped him to the other side of the street. These guys like wetlands, bogs or shallow ponds, or even just moist forest floors.
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Turtle/Tortoise of the Day.
Last night we found this friend walking along the side of the road, an Eastern box turtle. This is the one with the hinged bottom. He can close up completely, like a box. ALthough, out here, they don't come across many people, so they are not afraid.
At Cape Van Diemen, the northern-most point of Melville Island, Nortnern Territory. The left track charts the turtle's progress up the sand where it has attempted the first nest site, then across to the second nest site before returning to the sea and creating the right track.
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.