Here we go. 1,153 consecutive (almost) days on this daybreak walk at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.
I’m off.
71° F. Humidity? One billion % and climbing.
Mimi, in her FB comment: A brooding kind of beauty — and even the birds are holding court in silence.”
And they were silent. A Great Blue Heron. A pair of egrets. A Yellow-Crowned Night Heron. Gulls, and their wings.
Just another morning at Cove Island Park.
I walk.
But, the Mind isn’t here this morning. Yes, it’s certainly here at Cove Island Park, but meaning not Here, and Now.
It drifts back 10 days or so. I’m at the end of my walk and there under the bench sits a Diamondback Terrapin turtle. No, I didn’t have a clue it was a Diamond Terrapin Turtle, Google Lens did though: “The Northern diamondback terrapin is the only species of turtle in North America, including Connecticut, that spends its life in brackish water…and they are most abundant in tidal estuaries west of the Connecticut River.”
Like who knew? Most abundant in tidal estuaries in Connecticut. Brackish water. This sticks.
I’m staring at this creature, at the intricate designs of its shell, and wonder what he’s doing so far away from brackish water. “Injured? Lost? Resting? Kid dragged you from the water, and had a little fun with you.” Not sure why that last disturbing thought crossed my mind, no, please, not that. Continue reading “Walking. Touched by a Terrapin.”