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It was a typical Saturday Morning at Lily’s house.  I got up and took the dogs out to the back yard.  We are lucky that she has a big back yard with a double fence; hurricane and wood.  Thelma, the huntress, who is usually the first one to find any form of life invading HER yard…ran up to the fence and started sniffing.  The week before she had found a dead baby bird inside of a tree….I was hoping it was not the same.

So, I walked over to where she was fixated on the fence and found a poor turtle stuck on a branch up against the fence.

Charley thinks someone must have thrown the turtle over the fence as he says turtles don’t climb.

I was able to get the turtle unstuck and back on the ground.  However there were no places were the turtle could get out under the fence.  So, I decided to wake Charley up to both help me free the turtle and to take some pictures

I grabbed one of Lily’s big stock pots to put the turtle in once I caught him.  I dug a path under the wooden fence and had to grab his shell to get him out.  I never knew how strong a turtles legs were!  He fought but I was able to get him under the fence and in the stock pot. 

We walked across the street and took a few pictures, then deposited him next to the river…and watched him scamper, then swim, away.

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