Give tiny turtles a hand this fall
Last night while riding home, I noticed the smallest bump on the pavement. I stopped and found the tiniest snapping turtle I’d ever seen. It was heading toward the pond, but it was still in the middle of the street. I scooped it up. It was barely moving. It didn’t struggle or try to bite. The only sign that it was still alive was the slow curling of its tail as I carried it to the pond. It seemed exhausted, so I carried it right to the edge of the pond and set it down with its tiny toes in the water. Then I went back to the road to search for siblings. I found just one, which sadly had made it farther across the road, right into an area frequently passed over by car tires. I could barely recognize it as a turtle it was so badly smashed. Finding no live siblings, I went back to the pond to check on the little turtle. It was gone. I fervently hope it revived enough in the cool water to swim away. A turtle that size has a long upward battle to survive to adulthood. Most beings who find it will see it as a tasty snack, not as the struggling baby I saw. But at least this one made it to the pond. That’s all I could do to help. If your commute takes you by a pond every day, please keep an eye on the roadway in the warm weather. That rock you see is probably a turtle. Please stop and help it on its way. You’ll be glad you did.