We had a cracking storm last night that dropped temperatures down to the 60s this morning, so when Simon went off to work (his daily drudgery) Thomas, Frederick and I went to a nearby park to kill time (and, of course, enjoy being together). Thomas was really pissed about going since he stays up until 2 or 3 in the morning and doesn't appreciate being dragged out of bed at 10. But drag him I did and there was even more dragging when we got to the park. (He proposed staying in the car but I countered that with a few suggestions of my own.) After milling about the swings miserably Thomas said he wouldn't be opposed to wandering in the woods with Frederick and me, so off we set. And here they are miles later (not really), Frederick barely containing his excitement and Thomas trying very hard to look like he isn't actually enjoying himself when he actually is starting to.
I let Thomas loose and he climbed to the top of a ravine. Frederick and I slid to the bottom and examined small creatures in the tiny river. Eventually Thomas came back.
This afternoon Thomas told me there weren't enough pictures of turtles on our blog, so here is another.
The holy grail of turtling is managing to get a good picture of one of them "basking" on top of the log. The little bastards can hear everything (despite having no external ears--it's a bit of a mystery) and always flip themselves into the water whenever I get close enough to get a picture of them.
I let Thomas loose and he climbed to the top of a ravine. Frederick and I slid to the bottom and examined small creatures in the tiny river. Eventually Thomas came back. 
This afternoon Thomas told me there weren't enough pictures of turtles on our blog, so here is another. 
The holy grail of turtling is managing to get a good picture of one of them "basking" on top of the log. The little bastards can hear everything (despite having no external ears--it's a bit of a mystery) and always flip themselves into the water whenever I get close enough to get a picture of them.
2 comments:
Well caught turtle shot and very good looking woods - and beautiful humans.
xM
I gather Lonesome George has managed to procreate at last. He was widely thought to be past it (or just not interested) as loads of gorgeous females were made available but nothing happened. (Could be because they were the wrong species, George being the only remaining one of his kind.) Then out of nowhere five 'perfect' eggs were found in his cage. Presuming that he hasn't managed to find a way of giving birth himself they must be provided by one of the females. But he hasn't been photographed on top of a log yet.
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