gettinghardertoshowit:

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Friends! We love turtles and torts but please, when you see an animal in the wild take care when taking pictures of them! Do not approach them unnecessarily simply to take a selfie! 

As cute as this may seem, that shell doesn’t open its mouth like that to smile. It’s not happy to pose for you! It’s likely distressed. It’s not on the beach to hang out with you either! It could be nesting (an arduous process that takes an incredible amount of energy and effort from the animal and should be left alone) or it could be ill (which requires professional assistance and maybe you could call someone instead of taking all the pictures).  

I do not know the context of this photo so there may be extenuating circumstances that make this somehow ok, but that’s not provided here and after we had a sea turtle trampled by tourists taking photos with it this summer, I can’t stand to see so many of these images showing up. This is an ENDANGERED ANIMAL! The loss of a single animal to a situation like this will impact the population long term! it’s no joke. 

So please, when on vacation, at the beach, whatever…  Take a selfie from afar. take a picture with Zoom. Make sure the animal is safe and well and reconsider doing things like this. 

heshefamilytree:

“TURTLES-How We Fell Madly In Love With Phillip”

I love Turtles. They are the universal symbol of love and languish time. They are the most amazing creatures to watch and swim with, big and small. They remind us of what is important; love, team work, take time to smell the roses-enjoy the experience, and family.

When my kids were between 6 and 16 years old we had a pet turtle named Phillip. The children wanted Phillip so bad, we had heard he needed a new home. There was no contest; Phillip became part of our family. He was about a little bigger size than a salad plate. Everyone loved him. We fed him, sat with him, loved him, and simply enjoyed “being.” He loved hanging out with us just chillin’. One day Phillip disappeared. The children were devastated. Boo wouldn’t stop crying. BennyBoy was broken hearted. I was frantic wondering where Phillip was and afraid the children would find him days later smelly and “gone by the wayside” frightening them.

We got together and had a family council meeting and decided we would all look together as a group and search for Phillip in each room. There was no way he could have gone far. After all, he was a turtle! First, we gathered in the front room and looked high and low and behind the sofa and chairs, books and fireplace, etc. Then we moved to the family room, searched in and around the piano and furniture, in and around the plants-nothing. The kitchen was next. We looked in the cupboards, behind the stove and fridge, under the table and chairs, behind the door-nothing. We searched the downstairs bathroom-especially in the tub incase he decided he wanted to take a bath, then my room and bath. We searched in my drawers, my closet-through all my shoes, under my bed, in my bed, under my pillows-nothing. He wasn’t even in the shower misting. We repeated the same exercise upstairs throughout the children’s rooms. When we got to the boys room, we tore apart the knotty wooden toy box which Luke had long since pushed all the knots out so he could have a knot collection (to this day I only buy cabinets with knots including my wooden stair railings-love knots). If Phillip had somehow opened the lid and hid in the toy box (which only had two Tonka trucks inside, the cement mixer and dump truck) he would have plenty of air. Of course a turtle can’t open the wooden lid of a wooden toy box! We even tore apart the attic and could not find Phillip. Needless to say Phillip was gone! Vanished! Dissappeared! Never to be seen again! What happened to him?

We were worried how he’d eat and drink water. The more days that passed, the more obvious it was that Phillip probably died somewhere in the house and crawled away for privacy. The kids were somber for days. Three weeks later school was due to start for the new year. Since some kids were in Elementary and some in Jr. High and some in High School, their starting days staggered. Everyone was on a different plane of excitement.Phillip was finally forgotten for the time being and tears had dried up.

Then, a devastating thing happened on the first real day of school that everyone went to. My sweet teenage son Luke had an accident after school at work and tragically died. My life changed in an instance. One moment he was there and the next he was gone! Vanished! Vamoosed! Forever as I knew it! As arrangements commenced for Luke’s funeral the house became very busy with folks and family and travelers coming in from all over to support our family (gracious thanks to all).

It was the day before the funeral. The kitchen was crowded with folk and busy. All of a sudden my younger kids came running into the kitchen hollerin’ for me, “Mama Mama! Luke brought back Phillip!” The room fell to a hush as my face drained of color once more. I turned to look where the children came barreling into the room. BennyBoy was proudly holding Phillip in his hands to prove to me he was back with Z, Boo and Silstanding next to him (the big boys were elsewhere helping). I was dumbfounded! In a whisper I squeaked out, “Where did you find him?!”

The boys spoke in unison, with a little Boo grinning from ear-to-ear, “He was in our knotty toy box!”

I was like-“What????! Was the lid closed?”

“Yes Mama. We never got back in it after we all searched for Phillip a long time ago.” (And before you all ask, yes, Luke was in on that search-he was renowned in the family as the “best finder” of anything, missing binkies, bottles, shoes, the proverbial missing sock, car keys, etc. Whenever anything was missing, Luke had to help with the search. It was requisite. [Since the little boys have grown up, they have filled those shoes].)

I couldn’t believe it! We all sat down and discussed in detail of how Phillip was found. Nothing changed. It was exactly as I said before; the kids were playing in the boy’s room upstairs and the boys got into the knotty toy box to get their beloved two Tonka trucks-always kept in there for safety, and there was Phillip, sitting there as pretty as could be-starving and oh so thirsty.

We immediately retrieved food and water for him which he made “hay” with in quick haste. I asked the children, “How do you think Phillip got in the box?”

The children answered resoundingly, “Luke found him and put him in there for us ‘cause he knows how much we love Phillip.” There wasn’t a dry eye in the room and everyone had the “tingles” and knew it was true!

To this day, I love turtles. They hold the dearest place in my heart. They represent love, family, languish time, my children, and yes, my son Luke. Every opportunity I get, I find turtles, watch turtles, and swim with turtles. They are indeed magnificent creatures. Some turtles are born and live on land and love the water, and some are born on land and live in the water. I love how turtle mothers lay their baby sea turtle eggs in the sand and one by one those little critters crack out of their shells and crawl all the way through the sand to water of the ocean and swim to a brighter future. How beautiful. Just because we can’t see what they are doing or where they are going, does not mean they are not on important errands, just as Luke was with Phillip, testifying that there is more that goes on than meets the eye.

Photo 1= Phillip

Photo 2= twin grandsons with side-cut display of baby turtles hatching in the sand

Photo 3= close up of turtles hatching

Photo 4 = even closer up

Photo 5 = grandchildren and myself on our way to the beach

Photo 6 = found actual turtle eggs buried in the sand, protected, waiting for their miraculous hatching day age old process and timeless

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