Gets returned to nature.
Today, I witnessed the teeny tiniest baby turtle in a pond we sometimes pass on one of our family walks. We are trying to hit 600 miles by August. Today marks 88.5 miles for me — accumulated over the past 17 days. Never in my strangest dreams would I think I’d do this while in quarantine. But the wonder of what we cannot plan…am I right?
If you saw a previous post, you know we like to name little special stopping spots on our walks. This one is home to many turtles. And the brightest tiniest green one was about the size of an Oreo. Bobbing up for air, paddling to stay afloat. Right out of Finding Nemo! So stinking cute. I didn’t catch a photo, but here is the pond!