Monday, October 10, 2005
And Now For Something Completely Different...
This is a turtle post.
SCOTTY! BRAIN HURTS. TOO MANY DEEP THOUGHTS .LAST POST..DRAINED ENERGY. MUST RETURN TO NATURE. MUST TALK ABOUT TURTLES. SCOTTY! BEAM ME BACK TO NATURE. SCOTTY?...
This little turtle came up with a gooey pile of Chara algae that I had pulled out of my pond. I haven't bothered to exactly ID him yet, because I don't have to do so to enjoy him. I took pics from several angles for that purpose. I'll get around to it.
Never let nerdiness get in the way of enjoying a baby turtle or any other thing.
So, in a common name sort of way, this cute little greenie is a cooter, slider, streaky neck, or chicken turtle. Take your pick...or make up your own. I like slider as a catchall term for the many species of freshwater turtles that frequent lakes and streams. They often sun on rocks and logs, sliding off with a "ploop" when approached.
The green is juvenile camo adaptation to give the young a better chance of avoiding predators such as bass, gators, herons, egrets, coons, snakes, etc. As he gets bigger, the green will fade to brown top and light bottom. This is another form of protective coloration known as counter-shading.
These turtles love to sun and will actually stack up in a Yertle The Turtle sort of way. Apparently they managed a successful nest on the banks of my pond this year since this guy is a hatchling.
They used to sell these in every department store when I was a kid. For a buck or two, you got a plastic turtle dish, with a plastic island complete with plastic palm tree...and a tiny green turtle.
Then kids started getting sick with salmonella and the baby slider market nose-dived.
My brother had a baby turtle that he carried in his jean pockets. (I know... you'll have to ask him why). Anyway, my mom washed his jeans with the turtle inside the pockets. What was she thinking? Doesn't every mom check their kids pants for turtles?
When the wash finished the spin-dry cycle, there was the turtle. Alive and well. Except for one thing. His equilibrium was a little messed up from "Mr. Turtles Wild Ride" in the washing machine. He wouldn't stay right side up. When you set him down...FLIP! Over on his back. Set him back up again. FLIP! Over again with legs in the air.
Eventually he recovered.
So did my Mom...
...as soon as we grew up and moved out.
Posted by R.Powers at 4:40 AM