My evenings are the same. I go up to the barn and feed the animals, collect eggs when I can find them, then tend to the other critters. I have three farm ponds and there, waiting for me, day in and day out, are the fish and turtles. Somehow, through my footfall or the sound of the ATV, they are always waiting for me. The swarms of fish nearest the edge of the pond are the babies/small fry and they graduate in size the farther out they go. The fish wiggle and wriggle, excited for the bread and pellets coming their way.
Farther back still, the turtles, heads poking out of the water, start coming across the pond. Most are skittish and wait for me to toss food their way. But, a few have become braver. Case in point, the snappers. I have two Snapping Turtles in this pond. Their cousins, the Alligator Snapping Turtles, can grow to over 250 lbs.
Let me just tell you, they are huge, ugly beasts and until recently, only feasted on the live baby fish. They now have decided to eat the leftover food I leave for the other pond turtles.
This lug went straight for the raspberries and returned several times.
Then she spied a smaller Red Eared Slider coming to the feast.
Thai noodles? Alright.
With berry stained lips, it went for the chicken tender and decided to head back out into the pond with her score, just as the other snapper showed up.
So go the days at my farm.
Turtle soup anyone?