As I was about to leave this morning, Blackjack and Speedy suddenly started barking up a storm in the backyard. From three experiences now, we’ve learned this means only one thing… something was about to die. I ran outside and saw them on top of the retaining wall looking down at something and barking while poking it. I grabbed a stick off the pile ( from my tree chainsaw massacre ) and started beating the dogs with it until they backed off. It turns out they’d seen a turtle, flipped it on it’s back, and then were trying to get it to come out of it’s shell, which obviously, it wouldn’t. lpk and I tried to figure out how to retrieve it from where it was on the wall, and finally, I grabbed a shovel, scooped it up, and we checked to see if it was alive. As soon as we flipped his shell upright he popped out to say hi. We placed him on the other side of our back fence, and hopefully he knows better than to try to make his way back over.
