Shortly after lunch, Beowulf wanted me and the Best Mom Ever to know that there was something weird out in the yard. We ran to the window to look and didn’t see anything except…what looked like a rock, wandering toward the woods. Turtle! I lamented that we’d eaten all the strawberries the night before and bolted out the door with the camera. I have rescued fifteen or more off the road around here, but this is the first time I ever had some leisure to get a good look. She was most obliging, too, not bothering to box up since I didn’t touch her (although I was tempted to take the cobweb off her back, but figured she wouldn’t appreciate it).