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Above: Lake Geneva, Switzerland. At Montreux.

Fodderize v.t. 1. To break down individual components; to make fungible; to disregard difference; to render one easily substituted for another 2. To impose sub-quality goods or services upon, with little recourse 3. To cap role choices, hinder access to resources regardless of merit, and so avoid competition 4. To manage perception by propaganda-spin techniques, while concealing dispositive facts 5. To manipulate, lure, exploit, deceive


Monday, June 4, 2012

Making Room for Creatures. Saving Turtle Eggs. No species is fodder.

Making Room for Creatures.
Saving Turtle Eggs
We think snapper. Could be box. 
Update.  Snapper it is.  See comment.

Ecology on the home front.
48 at one blow.

The evil:  a coming underground irrigation system.  The good: A Superhero from our local Roaring Brook Nature Center responded to the plight of the turtle eggs laid near our house.  The clutch was in the way of a pending playground watering deal with underground piping.  Box turtles are the only New England dry-land species, and it lives 50-100 years on a fairly small plot, some two acres or so, its entire life.  Begun 200,000,000 years ago, it cannot possibly improve.  See Seasons of the Farmington Valley, Summer 2012 at 37 ff, article by Kathy Goff at  It is unlawful to interfere with them in the wild, but in a housing development where an irrigation system is going in right through the nest, must be different.  Trust the Roaring Brook Nature Center to release them in their woods.

The turtle is a symbol of the "caring wisdom of the ancient ones," a protection, represents order in the universe and provided its parts, and sacred in cultural ways.  Species can live on land or in water, or both at times. See

The amazing:  "What is death to a snapping turtle when it an bury itself in the mud below an ice-covered lake, taking no breath of air for months at a time?" Review of Winter World, The Ingenuity of Animal Survival, by Bernd Heinrich; review by Marcia Bartusiak in NY Time Arts section 2003, see

The practical: In they go.
 .Making room. Clutch of 48 turtle eggs. Snapping or box? Survivor eggs: 47.

Look how many.  Forty-seven intact, one busted by us trying to find them.
We had watched the turtle laying the eggs and covering them, and so far the playground was empty.  After the turtle left, looking very tired, we found a camera, called for help, and went back to guard the Nursery.
But where were the eggs. No eggs were directly in the hole, and we dug up and down the curb, looking.

 There's one! An egg, intact; and, oops, one casualty.

More,  more.

The additional paddling activity we watched was the turtle carving out a small cavern at the bottom of the hole, and going laterally like a tunnel under the turf roots.  The hidey-cave would have been safe from stomping from above, since the loose dirt was not above them.
 Superhero at work.
 Just a few left.
 All in and covered up, off to the Roaring Brook Nature Center.

All species count. Why should it take lawsuits to protect the living against profits? See

Naming rights:  I claim the first three out and kicking -- Marmaduke, Tonto, and Kemo Sabay, after home turtles when I was growing up and racing them, heedless of their rights, on the bedspread.

Update:  so far, 30 of the 47 that arrived intact have hatched and have been released into the woods and boggy parts nearby.  Thank you, Roaring Brook.