"Yess!" A large turtle, like a gray oceanliner, basked on some exposed roots at Far End. It was Friday the 13th, supposed to be an unlucky day, but I felt pretty fortunate to be seeing this! I call her Aristarcus, probably the largest turtle in the pond, but she rarely poses for me.
I couldn't believe it when I went back the next day and saw the turtle still basking at the same spot. But then I looked again, and saw it wasn't the "oceanliner", but a smaller "tugboat" this time. The mama-turtle had probably shown her son a nice place to dry his shell.
If Mama's called "Aristarcus", I said to myself, mebbe I should call this one "Aris"?
