turtle season

“to every thing there is a season…”

The spring rains have come,
bringing the turtles out.
And now their shattered shells
lie strewn along the road,
their flesh exposed
to the bloody-beaked crows.

They scatter before me –
those dingy black rags,
fluttering up from the tarmac
then drifting back down
to their carrion-feast.

In ten kilometres
I count eight dead turtles,
and two live –
their long necks out,
tentative…

about to set out…

“To every thing there is a season… ” even roadkill. At the beginning of the warm weather it’s the shingleback bluetongues, after the rain it’s turtles. I’ve stopped to get three eastern snake-neck turtles (aka stinkies) off the road in the last couple of days, but seen many more crushed, picked at by a black flower of carrion-crows. The one pictured here was upside down in the middle of the road in a hundred zone today… It has a crack in its carapace, but I think it will be okay.  

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