Now shall we talk about turtles?
A few weeks ago on a rare (or shall I say less than rare--due to global warming?) sunny April afternoon, I heard the sound of hammering in the Bastyr courtyard. I went outside to find a couple of workmen, constructing the below platform. The turtles on the Kenmore campus add a good amount of joy, and I would even say perspective, while pursuing a difficult health degree (pick your kind). It's not uncommon to see students and faculty take a break by the turtles, to check on them during the colder months, to gaze out the windows after a particularly challenging exam as if to reset their internal compass. Once I saw a student collect a turtle that had, with great effort, emerged from the pond. The student proceeded to turn it around and place it within turtle's arm length of the pond--as though it was lost and it needed to be righted. I was reminded of this as I watched the workmen, who were deriving such pleasure off of providing the turtles with an alternative to what was deemed an old or improper fit (the decaying log covered in some sort of algae.) I wondered what would happen once the turtles would be provided with an alternative to their old home. An hour later, I found this...
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Natasha Kochicheril Moni is a writer and a licensed naturopath in WA State. Enjoying this blog? Feel free to put a little coffee in Natasha's cup, right here.