On Sunday, Dagny and I went on a beautiful afternoon bike ride around Penns Creek. I dodged a little 1" snapper with my front wheel. I stopped and ran back the road to make sure I didn't back wheel smash it. Poor Snapper would have died on that black macadam in form like a prune. From Dag's H2O bottle, drips of water slowly brought life. We were overreacting like parental figures for an appropriate home but none suited.
I took him home and my husband had never seen one that small. I played with him a bit and then he was released to his upscale pond away from civilization - see his beeline to the water.
1 comment:
looks like a nice spot
dag
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