Alligator Snapping Turtle

Alligator Snapping Turtle

Well, Dave almost got his wish. I had asked him who he was rooting for in the Super bowl and he answered, “I hope nobody wins.”  After three-quarters it was a 3-3 tie and looked headed for his hoped for outcome, triple overtime, followed by a power outage. But that was not to be. The Ram’s defense finally folded. Their offence having never bothered to show up. The commercials were meh, so I had pretty much packed it in by halftime. I did make bacon-wrapped scallops.

Anne and I had bicycled together. It was just the two of us, plus half of Saint Louis in Forest Park. It was even more crowded than Saturday, but then the  weather was warmer too. We started on the bike trail, but soon bailed, only to find that all of these people in the park had driven there. Too many cars.

The pictured snapper is stretching its neck. It is reaching up to the surface to get a breath. It looks primordial, which it is. The above specimen is in the zoo, but the following one was photographed, less than a mile away, on the bike trail in Forest Park. I think that this one would give your bike tire a little more than a snakebite flat, if you got too close to it.

On another bike ride, along this same stretch of trail, I saw two Wood ducks outsmart a snapping turtle. It was spring then and the pair were shepherding a flock of their ducklings. As the turtle made its play, the male duck faked an injury, luring the turtle away from its children. Circling the pond, it only just managed to keep ahead of its pursuer. All the while, the female was leading the ducklings away to safety. When they were all safely away, the male duck just flew away. Better luck next time.

Bike Path Snapper

Heat Lamp Curl

Emerald Tree Boa

In gyrotonics this week, we practiced arches and curls. Sitting astride the bench, we rotated its arms. First with arched and then curled backs. This mechanized stretching workout really helped sooth the crick in my back and my unfurled back let me stand a bit taller. This was a remedy that lasted until I shoveled snow yesterday. Maybe it is time to do the homework? The snow didn’t stop and eventually recovered where I had cleared. I went out twice and swept the walk clean. With slippery footing, I whisked the walk and like a curler does, it only made the ice that much more slippery. The snow’s novelty brought out the neighbors and with a note of recrimination, Anne asked afterwards, if I had spent more time talking to them, rather than moving snow. I explained to her that it was a heavy, wet, heart attack snow and a pause or two was the only prudent thing to do. Today, with all novelty long gone, she suggested that before school on Monday that I clean off the driveway apron. I had parked the Prius in the driveway on Friday. But Baby, it’s cold outside.