It’s a given that going anywhere in this town, and by town I mean Portland proper, its minor burghs, its places of river front industry, and its great area of green-banked river channels, you’re going to be bombarded by birds of the best caliber. We’re lousy with bald eagles, osprey, and herons. And then of course you have a jambalaya of other players, all sorts of bush tits and flickers and warblers and prancers and dashers. Ask Crash, he’s a bird nerd, he’ll tell you.
So it was with an eye on the skies that we set out paddling. What we didn’t expect was to find this little guy washed up on the beach!
He was a painted box turtle, and he was supposed to be in the mellow backwaters of the island we were on. Somehow he’d gotten himself into maelstrom of Columbia. We gave him a little rest and warmth and set him back on the beach.
He charged back in to get hopelessly thrown about.
I fished him out, asked if he was sure, and set him down again.
And again he skittered into the thrash. If you want I’ll tell you that he was probably washed into some calmer waters and is happily sunning himself on a log right now.
Crash has a way with winged creatures besides birds it seems.
Speaking of birds.
How exquisite to possess a form based entirely on the principle of flight. And flair. Where you are a signifier of grace as others observe you, and an active perceiver of the miraculous yourself.
Next time On the River Trail: Flotsam and Jetsam
lovely! your descriptions AND photography. ahhh
Well now thank you ma’am. I like reading that sigh as the geese go by, creates a real peaceful moment. Glad we could do a little collaboration.
Noel, these are so beautiful and full of wonder. that little turtle is so sweet! 🙂
Is there anything more wonderful than paddling?!
Thank you Karen, that’s what I always aspire to fill my photos with! That little turtle was such a remarkable gift of a momentary being. I think he reflects and reminds what a wonderful thing paddling is indeed. Do you have your own craft you can paddle out on?