Amos sits

After encountering the box turtle, I sat down in the trail to wait for it to emerge for a photograph.  Amos preceded to sniff around, sit on an ant colony, and was stung a few times.  I believe he blamed me for the pain, because he sadly sat between 5 and 10 m from me, waiting to move on.

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Eastern Box Turtle

For the first time in the wild, I came across an Eastern Box Turtle Terrapene carolina carolina at Cascade Springs Nature Preserve. I, of course, have a pet box turtle (Rocky) adopted from the Leff’s at Kent State University (who had adopted it from a former graduate student… who had taken it in from a middle school student of hers, I believe), but I had never encountered a wild one.  While it was exciting, and I did get to see it exposed out of the shell, Amos was with me and scared the turtle into hiding, so I couldn’t get a descent shot.

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Meet Amos

Yep, Allison and I adopted a new dog: Amos. 

In keeping with our naming ‘theme’, we pronounce his name as you might in Spanish; it’s ‘ahh’ then ‘mos’ similar to the ‘o’ in “most”.  This way, we can say “Vamos Amos!”

Anyway, he’s another 2 year-old dachshund mix (clearly a mix… possibly of a chuhuahua…like a long chuhuaaaaaaaaaahua) we picked up at the Atlanta Humane Society and has already grown to be a part of our family.  Here, he wades at Cascade Spring Nature Preserve, waiting for me to move so he can reach dry land.

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Another hike through Bear’s Den

Éva and Eva explore a stream draining into Mill Creek at Bear’s Den.  This was the first park we visited with Eva, and it was the first time I saw her substantially wag her tail.  She also had no problem barrelling through the water – although it seemed to surprise her, as if she hadn’t expected ‘wetness’.   Éva, on the other hand, was a seasoned park goer, and had begun to step onto rocks to avoid getting wet.

Eva checks for predators.

Fearlessly crossing the stream.

Eva can't jump the log.