...with my mongrel, Skye Knucklehead (yes, the Knucklehead is a new addition to her name) this morning. He was walking across the path, perpendicular to our direction, that we we walking along on the golf course adjacent to my son's apartment complex in Benton, AR. It was quite the surprise meeting since this guy was about a 1/4 mile from the nearest water hazard on the course.
He was bedraggled, mud covered, had grass stuck to himself by way of the grass adhering to the mud and he looked as if he could use a friend or two and maybe some asylum too. So, I scooped him up and let Skye Knucklehead give him a good sniffing, as mongrels will do to new found friends.
Then, I gave him a good once over myself, of the visual sort, to make sure he appeared healthy and injury free. After that we brought him to the closest pond on the golf course but not before he obliged us and stuck out his neck for us, so to speak, to give us a better view of himself.
At first I had thought maybe it had just hatched but then, and as my son also did later when I showed him the pictures, figured he probably was too big to be a hatchling. Anyway, he seemed to immediately take to the water of the pond and skedaddled under the surface to the murky depths, all of 3 or 4 inches deep, and under some debris.
I would have loved to have brought him home and set up a tank for him but figured I'd leave well enough as it was and since the pond seemed to suit him, that was definitely well enough.
We left it at that.
All the best,
Glenn B
He was bedraggled, mud covered, had grass stuck to himself by way of the grass adhering to the mud and he looked as if he could use a friend or two and maybe some asylum too. So, I scooped him up and let Skye Knucklehead give him a good sniffing, as mongrels will do to new found friends.
Skye was interested for a moment & seemed more eager to look for rabbits. |
The little guy looked good both top and bottom. |
It always amazes me how far they can stick their necks out. |
At first I had thought maybe it had just hatched but then, and as my son also did later when I showed him the pictures, figured he probably was too big to be a hatchling. Anyway, he seemed to immediately take to the water of the pond and skedaddled under the surface to the murky depths, all of 3 or 4 inches deep, and under some debris.
I would have loved to have brought him home and set up a tank for him but figured I'd leave well enough as it was and since the pond seemed to suit him, that was definitely well enough.
We left it at that.
All the best,
Glenn B
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