GUESS WHAT? ONE TURTLE EGG HATCHED

Guess what? One turtle egg hatched. I named it Bibble. Guess how I found it? It was September 23rd sharp exactly 3 months from the day the Momma turtle laid the eggs. I kept checking the fenced in area for turtles. I found it right after the school dedication (which I got to sing at). I didn't see it the first time I looked and I started to walk back. I said, "Well, maybe I didn't look good enough." So I turned around and there it was...a beautiful baby Eastern box turtle looking straight back at me. I couldn't believe my eyes. They almost popped out of my head. I was jumping up and down, up and down, up and down! I was screaming, "A turtle, a turtle, a turtle!" It's shell was soft and grey. It's tail is actually longer than Dribbles and I know that the girl turtles have longer tails than the boys.

I hoping for more turtles!

Notice the picture of the two turtles above. The larger turtle with more color is Dribble. He was found last spring. The smaller turtle with less color is the baby turtle, Bibble.

The picture on the top is Bibble in my hands.

Hisser Came Back

Saturday, September 20, 2008, Hisser came back for the fifth time. We were about to paint nail polish on it before we let it loose but my dad said, "No". Here is a fact about where we keep the turtles: UNDER THE DECK - HA/HA/HA! Hisser loves our family. He always comes back. Oh, I have another fact: if you ever get a wild baby turtle, where ever they were born, it will come back to lay its eggs when it is grown up if it is a girl turtle.

Setting Up

If you are planning on raising a baby box turtle, then you need to read this. You need an aquarium, a couple of plants, gravel or bark, water bowl, food bowl, and room. It should probably look like the picture above.

LOOK AT THE DRIBBLE POEM!

Look at little Dribble

Isn't he cute?

He mostly sleeps all day.

And comes out at the night.

When he gets moving,

he's really quite fast

especially when you yell

"Go, Dribble, Go!"

A poem called Turtle Time Ends

Turtle time ends
Fall is here
Turtles tucked in. Kiss them good Hibernation.
I hope they will come back in the spring.

Spring time came
Turtles are out.
Whole other season until Hibernation again.

by Brett Warner
(I came up with this poem on a walk in the woods with my friend Mikey as we looked for turtles.)