If ever a tortoise was in the road when my siblings and I were young, and our father happened upon it, he would stop and we would have a short termed pet. Short termed because we didn’t keep it, not for other more morbid reasons. A few days ago, out of the blue, my daughter said she wanted a tortoise. Wanting to be as good a parent as my father, I saw one today in the office parking lot and took it home to her. Never mind Suzannah is 23 and not 10. She researched it, determined it was a red eared slider and held it long enough for me to take some pictures. She then carried it to the creek and released it back to it’s natural environment.
I thought I would show you the pictures. Look at the markings on this creature. Wonder why God didn’t give us such wonderful natural tattoos, too. I am thinking this little one may turn up somehow in a piece of art.
I have been working this week but I have managed to get some play time in. I took Tommye Scanlin’s advice and started a small tapestry of my watercolour of the rook. Here it is in progress. Tapestry moves along at about the same rate as a tortoise.
Suzannah found out that a turtle was given by Captain Cook to the royal family of Tonga in 1777. That particular turtle lived until 1965. Imagine.