My terrific daughter Elisabeth texted me a photo of a dirty turtle.
She quickly followed it with another of some sort of crustacean.
And left it to my imagination to respond … OK, I give up, why are these things at your orthopedic office in Hamilton.
It turns out that the turtle and crawfish both crawled out of a nearby creek bed to their parking lot, to be brought inside for a cleaning by concerned co-workers before repositioning back in the shallow water bed.
Who knew that crawfish lived in little creeks in Central New York? I pictured them swimming around in Louisiana swamps, to be caught, boiled and seasoned, and eaten by merry Cajun-food lovers.
Turtles up here, sure.
Yet I was still somewhat surprised at the story and photo to follow about the turtle they caught in late June in what they’re pretty sure was an egg-laying process.
They’ve yet to see the babies, yet, though.
They do good orthopedic work, too, I promise.