This morning, as Jane and I pulled up from Barre,
Jane opened the door to get out, and Muppet,
our hen jumped right into her lap.
We had a good laugh.
Later, on my way home after picking up Lottie from school,
I was probably driving at 60 mph
when I almost hit a slow-moving turtle that was crossing the road.
It's turtle season, which means we see a lot of turtles wandering around
looking for food or places to lay eggs.
Unfortunately, we also come across a lot of turtles that have been hit by cars.
I stopped my car, backed up, opened the door, and rescued the turtle.
Lottie was thrilled and named him Marcus.
I told Lottie that she could play with Marcus until sunset,
and then she would have to let him go.
She spent the whole afternoon feeding him and building him a house
using sticks and flowers.
At dinner, she took him near the pond behind the
house and set him free. Marcus wandered off into the wild.
As I kissed Lottie goodnight, she told me that she had
written her name on Marcus' shell using a Sharpie
so that she would know him if he ever came back to visit.
I really hope he does.
