If you look closely, you can see the hook to the left of the turtle's mouth.
Naomi has been obsessed with the turtles at the pond and their egg laying. There is an area on the bank accross the street where the turtles are coming to lay their eggs. We have actually seen the eggs in the hole. Whenever the girls see the crows pecking at the holes the turtles have dug, they freak out and run out the front door screaming and flapping their arms to scare the big, black birds away. Today Naomi and I went across the street to see the newest mother laying her eggs. As Naomi took a closer look, she noticed that the poor turtle had a fish hook stuck in her mouth. She desperately wanted to remove it but I kept discouraging it, thinking it had probably been there for quite some time. It looked as if the turtle's skin may have grown around it. As always, Naomi persisted. This time it was a good thing. With a carrot in one hand to win the turtle's trust and tweezers in the other hand, Naomi went to work. After some intense moments of worrying she was making it worse she gently worked this way and that until at last the hook was free. I was so proud of her! I guess because I am way to squeamish to ever do something like that and far too unconcerned about a turtle's comfort. She was so determined and gentle with that poor turtle. God has definitely given her gift with handling His creatures. It is exciting to observe.
