“comin’ out to play.”
{did anyone besides me absolutely LOVE that show (book series) growing up? Franklin was the bomb.}
Meet my new friend, Franklin. He doesn’t like me very much.
Here is how our unlikely friendship began:
1.) I spotted him underneath the bushes near our front porch
2.) After watching him {not move} for ten minutes, I got a stick…and yes, poked him. There, I said it.
3.) After watching him {not come out of his shell} for 5 minutes, I got a cup of water…and *takes deep breath*, poured it on him.
Hey, don’t look at me like that. His shell was REALLY dirty, ok?
See, he’s even smiling in these shots, right? right.
4.) So after watching him {still not really moving}, I got workers gloves…and picked him up and moved him onto the driveway.
Man, you should have seen the way he kicked and clawed as I proudly walked him over to my siblings. That’s pure joy right there.
or not…
{no turtles were harmed in the making of this post. Franklin was safely put back underneath the bushes after these photos were taken.}
5 comments:
I love this post! Great photos. I love how Franklin is looking up at your siblings like, what the heck, how did I end up here?! And then he takes off running, well, running turtle style. Super cute post!
That is just awesome!
Isn't there a saying: don't wake a sleeping turtle? ;)
Cute turtle though. Wonderful captures.
Haha! I did the same thing to a turtle recently for the sake of photos. :) Ok, well I didn't poke him with a sick or pour water on him, but I did transfer him to a more photographable spot. (where siblings watched as well)
hehehe! Too cute! Glad you got to play a bit with Franklin, and he got a bath! lol!
I'm gonna need to be brave and "rescue" franklin next time I see him... :)
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