The rain eases off at mid-morning, and once again a box turtle comes out of the woods and marches up the driveway with surprising haste.
box turtle
The box turtle whose territory my house happens to encroach upon sits in the driveway, yellow markings like a road sign in a foreign script.
A box turtle plods across the yard, the markings on its shell as bright as fresh graffiti. A bluebird scratches behind his ear like a dog.