You wouldn't think this would be comfortable...

Riley has taken to this spot lately. We gave him a rug to lay on in a sunny spot in the yard and you would think he would prefer that but no. He just loves laying in the sun!

I'm going to start a wildlife rescue center....

2:40 AM. I wake up to a noise, not sure what it is. Maybe the blind blowing in the wind? No, it's something near the nightstand. I ignore it, then hear it again. Turn on the light, look down....to see a baby possum sticking it's head out from under my nightstand! Oh lord. I wake Jeff up and tell him to hold onto Riley. I grabbed a pair of gloves, moved the nightstand, and picked the little critter up by the tail. It had carried a snail all the way inside and was in the middle of eating it -which is why its mouth is so messy in the picture.

I carried it down the street a ways and put it in the bushes of a house where there aren't normally people. Too funny! I can't believe, of all the places in the house it could have gone, it actually came into our room! The back door was open a crack and apparently that was all the invite it needed. Last week a turtle, this week a possum, I have no idea what next week holds...

Turtle follow up....

First off, if you haven't read the post before this one, stop now and read it first. After consulting with Richard, we decided that the turtle probably had come from the marsh where Old Creek comes onto the beach. And - because the little guy was *so* active - we were fairly certain he was healthy. Even in Kasey's old crate - he was still trying to get out. I had to rescue him once: he had flipped over onto his back during one escape attempt.

Anyway, we decided he was healthy and he should just go home. I have no idea why he wandered out onto the beach. There is still plenty of fresh water flowing from Old Creek out to sea, so maybe he just was out for a walk, following the creek, who knows.

I put the crate in my car & drove down to the 24th street parking lot. I walked him (carried him, actually) down to the marsh at the creek. I had never been that close to it -and it's much larger than you would think. All kinds of marshy plants, and plenty of frog sounds. I set him down - really wanting to see him scurry off, but he just sat there. I waited for a bit, then decided he would move when ready. I bid him good luck and left.

I'm sure he's frolicking around with his friends again...at least I hope so! I would guess that's the only time I'll ever find a turtle on the beach :)