"... they’re warm blooded. They ought to know better..."
I saved a turtle on Monday.
When I see the untimely demise of a roadside possum, I feel bad. But they’re warm blooded. They ought to know better. Turtles can’t really hop out of the way like a squirrel or raccoon.
They deserve a little extra care.
Last Sunday evening I drove up to Wake Forest to spend the night with my parents before heading back down to Lillington the next morning. They were exhuming the remains of Brenda Sue Brown, whose 1966 murder is still unsolved. Her remains were being brought to Shelby to
be closer to family, and I was taking pictures.
My job isn’t always a heaping helping of fun, but sometimes it’s the photos I enjoy taking the least that matter the most.
But I got to visit my Mom on Mother’s Day, which was nice, and I got a good drive through some parts of Memory Lane, NC, I don’t get to often, but where I have had some very good times.
Driving south through Raleigh, I passed an office building where I worked for a summer, one of my favorite bars (check the blog – jderrickstar.blogspot.com) and hit up Bob’s Army Surplus on the way out of town.
Over the past 15 years, Bob’s has been the source of more scouting supplies, hobby equipment and birthday gifts than I can remember. On this particular day I landed a metal box for .50-caliber machine gun ammunition. I don’t have an .50-cal rounds, except for the lead balls I use in the flintlock, but these strong, watertight boxes are great for storing all sorts of other things – like some of my more, umm, "volatile," muzzleloading supplies….
I got to Lillington pretty quickly and found the churchyard a few miles west of town. Being early, I took an hour for a quick hike around Raven Rock State Park. It was a nice little jaunt through singing birds and blooming flowers to a big rock overhang on the Cape Fear River that doesn’t really look like a raven but that’s okay. I’ve got a video on the blog.
On the way back to the churchyard I found the turtle in the road. I’d noticed a pond behind the church and figured the critter would have a better life in the pond than in the road….
Read The Star next Thursday for the second half of John’s trek across North Carolina….
When I see the untimely demise of a roadside possum, I feel bad. But they’re warm blooded. They ought to know better. Turtles can’t really hop out of the way like a squirrel or raccoon.
They deserve a little extra care.
Last Sunday evening I drove up to Wake Forest to spend the night with my parents before heading back down to Lillington the next morning. They were exhuming the remains of Brenda Sue Brown, whose 1966 murder is still unsolved. Her remains were being brought to Shelby to
be closer to family, and I was taking pictures.
My job isn’t always a heaping helping of fun, but sometimes it’s the photos I enjoy taking the least that matter the most.
But I got to visit my Mom on Mother’s Day, which was nice, and I got a good drive through some parts of Memory Lane, NC, I don’t get to often, but where I have had some very good times.
Driving south through Raleigh, I passed an office building where I worked for a summer, one of my favorite bars (check the blog – jderrickstar.blogspot.com) and hit up Bob’s Army Surplus on the way out of town.
Over the past 15 years, Bob’s has been the source of more scouting supplies, hobby equipment and birthday gifts than I can remember. On this particular day I landed a metal box for .50-caliber machine gun ammunition. I don’t have an .50-cal rounds, except for the lead balls I use in the flintlock, but these strong, watertight boxes are great for storing all sorts of other things – like some of my more, umm, "volatile," muzzleloading supplies….
I got to Lillington pretty quickly and found the churchyard a few miles west of town. Being early, I took an hour for a quick hike around Raven Rock State Park. It was a nice little jaunt through singing birds and blooming flowers to a big rock overhang on the Cape Fear River that doesn’t really look like a raven but that’s okay. I’ve got a video on the blog.
On the way back to the churchyard I found the turtle in the road. I’d noticed a pond behind the church and figured the critter would have a better life in the pond than in the road….
Read The Star next Thursday for the second half of John’s trek across North Carolina….
posted by John Derrick | 8:25 AM
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Hey sorry to see you go!
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