I discovered this little guy/gal hot-footing it across our road just before sunset Monday evening, so of course I had to slam on my brakes for a middle-of-the-road photo shoot. I know, I know - don't quit my day job. I tried to get him/her to pose for me, but all I got was a bored turtlish stare. Since my car was still running and darkness was fast approaching, I took these two photos and decided to help the little critter across the road. After all, the flash on my camera had probably half-blinded the poor thing, at least temporarily, and as much as I like my neighbors, I feared a good ol' boy might squish the turtle before its little pupils could readjust.
Remembering past attempts by turtles to bite my fingers off, I took a deep breath, approached this one from behind and slowwwwly lifted it just far enough for a brief airlift. Just about the time its little turtle feet cleared the sun-warmed pavement, the diminutive turtle hissssssed with what I imagine was all its might. Needless to say, the gentle airlift darn-near became a turtle hurl, kind of like a small-scale shot put event!
"Ungrateful brat!" I said, as I sat him/her down in the grass. It had the audacity to hiss again!
In any event, I finally got my turtle crossing pictures. No creatures were harmed in the non-filming for this blog; and only one was hissed off.
Til Next Time ~~