Here is a short musing on my muse, the turtle….I hope you enjoy!
I have spent many summers observing turtles. No other organism in my life has taken up more space in my thoughts or dreams. I have tracked the threatened Blanding’s turtle and endangered spotted turtle through the marshes near Chicago, Illinois and observed the sensitive Western painted turtle in its wetland habitat around Portland, Oregon. My most enjoyable moments occurred while conducting nesting surveys at night for Western painted turtles near Portland, Oregon. The mosquitoes were always very thick, but I learned that if you put a drier sheet in your pocket, they will leave you alone (also eating plenty of garlic helps, although you might want to stand upwind of your friends!). As I sat waiting patiently for the mother Chrysemys picta toappear, Ireflectedon my first turtle experiencegrowing up in Montana.
When I was 8 or 9, my dad bought me a…
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