How in the world did a big rock end up in the middle of the yard? Lucky spotted it and bolted toward it barking ferociously. As Aunt Mel neared, she realized it wasn’t a rock. It was a huge snapping turtle.
It was late spring, it had rained for several days and the ground was soft and mushy. Apparently the turtle decided it was the perfect time to lay her eggs and the front yard was the best location.
She never looked at Lucky who bounced around her still barking. She was digging a hole in which to deposit dozens of small white-ish eggs. She braced the ground with her front legs and swept her back legs side to side pushing the dirt aside. Aunt Mel didn’t want to upset the busy turtle. She grabbed Lucky and they went back in the house.
About thirty minutes later, Aunt Mel ventured outside to check the turtle’s progress. The turtle was gone and the nest covered with a fresh mound of dirt.
Aunt Mel watched for baby turtles, but never spotted them. They probably hatched and safely made it down the hill to the creek.