This evening my daughter came running into the house all excited because she’d found a turtle on the driveway. I ran out to see. She’d found this baby turtle.
But it’s hard to tell this is a baby turtle from the photo. So we figured we’d try including her shoes in the picture. Here they are, size 4 Crocs in all their well worn glory, and a baby turtle:
But even that’s not the greatest reference. So we thought we’d add in her hands. Here is the baby turtle with an 8-year-old’s hands for reference:
That’s pretty good. But we wondered if we could make another size comparison. And we think we came up with a brilliant idea. If you’re Canadian. Because here is the baby turtle beside our two dollar coin, or Twoonie:
Definitely a teeny tiny turtle when seen with a toonie. Cute or what??
After we were done taking its picture we let it continue on doing its turtle thing. We hope it grows up to be a big turtle.
So you can be driving your mom-mobile, coming home from the grocery store. Your mind can be wandering and you’re enjoying singing along to the radio because you have some time to yourself. Not much is going on in this mundane moment.
Then something catches your eye and you can’t quite believe it but a turkey has jumped out of the bush on the left side of the road and is now strutting towards your lane. Now running. You calculate that–OMG–your trajectories will definitely meet. You inch over to the right hoping turkey will slow. You inch over more. No, it’s not going to work. The geometry and physics are undeniable.
Are you going to slam on the brakes and probably hit the bird anyway? Are you going to drive off the road and risk sliding into the rocks or trees?
You are seriously wishing for your mundane boring drive back again when some turkey- brained thought or instinct tells it to turn around. It races for the ditch on the side of the road from which it emerged.
