There is some sort of lesson in all of this. I'm not sure what it is, but I suppose that's part of the journey isn't it?

This little guy was exhausted and on the sidewalk next to work. He's still got his egg tooth and his shell was soft. Most likely he was within a day or 2 old. In the cold pouring ran he had turtled up and I picked him up and took him to the swamp, snapped his picture and placed him on a gentle slope in leaf litter. I like turtles with their prehistoric looking faces, hard shells and deceptively slow movement.