All of a sudden, he called to me.
"Come here!" he said. "Now. You have to...I can't explain...just, come here."
I had no idea what I was about to see but I knew from his voice that it wasn't something normal. Not even normal for around here like chicken eggs in the potted ferns.
I got to the kitchen door and he was standing there holding the screen door open. "Look," he said, and pointed.
A turtle. A weird, mud-caked turtle with a pointed nose.
At the top of the steps.
We both stood there and boggled. Words failed us. We tried.
"How?" "Why?" "Did someone...?"
We had no idea. Like I said, my husband's been in the yard and through that door for the past two hours and saw no one. The dogs haven't barked. They're blind but they can still hear and are a fairly reliable alarm system. So, the theory that someone dropped it off for us is not a very valid one. Just in case, though, Mr. Moon texted our across the street neighbor. "Did you leave a present by our back door?"
It's a Florida softshell turtle. It is almost entirely aquatic (can you see its little fins?) and it only comes out of the water to "bask and lay eggs."
It ain't basking today.
The chickens too, were mystified.
They couldn't figure it out either. I called my go-to guy, Hank. He laughed and laughed. "I have no idea," he said. His only theory is that for some reason the turtle had left his (her?) watery abode and found itself in my yard and climbed the steps to get at the toad who lives there. Or maybe one of the many lizards or skinks.
But seriously? Can a turtle climb steps?
Oh, who knows? Another Lloyd mystery. He crawled over to the edge of the little porch, obviously looking for a way off.
Mr. Moon came and carefully lifted him up and set him on the ground.
"The water's that way," he said, pointing.
I hope it makes its way home.
I just checked, it's disappeared.
Life in Lloyd. Always something.