A New Generation of Cooters...Hopefully!

  While out picking figs, I noticed a large "blob" down the hill near the wild persimmon trees.  This blob was doing a slow wobble back and forth which meant only one thing...this was a female turtle digging a hole with her hind legs.  I eased my way down the hillside to get a better look. Sure enough, a female Cooter turtle was in the process of creating the perfect nest for her eggs.  The soft mulch had been pulled aside and she was now digging in the sandy soil beneath.  She stopped for a moment to see if I was a predator.  I slowly edged around her a good thirty feet away so as to not unduly disturb her.  After making a wide circle around, I headed back to my chore and left her in peace.  As I picked figs, I had a good view of the turtle's choice spot.  Even though she hesitated for a few moments when she noticed me, she resumed her goal of egg-laying.  It was not long before she had completed the task at hand and turned to head back into the marsh.

  I am not certain that the name is correct but these have always been Cooter turtles to me.  Pop first mentioned the name when we had the turtles in the huge pond on the old farmplace.  The back of the Bayou is filled with such wonders as these turtles and they make their way up the hillside to lay eggs.  I am always impressed that any of the eggs ever hatch since so many predators are eager to dig the nests. Raccoons, fox, bobcats, rats and even crows will dine on the eggs given a chance.

  *Little known fact about Cooter turtles!  Are you aware that these turtles cannot swallow when out of the water?  They mostly eat aquatic plants but will catch insects and small fish when available.  Regardless of their meal, they have to go underwater to swallow it.  Now you know...sort of interesting at least to me.  

  Since I know exactly where this nest is, my aim is to keep watch.  If no predators raid the spot, perhaps the little ones will make it back down the hill to the marsh.  They will go from one predator-filled spot into another.  Hopefully, they will survive and another generation can be seen sun-basking on the marsh mats of the Bayou.

All Through Except For The Waiting

  Sometimes things are well worth the wait no matter how long that wait is.  The wait happening here on the Bayou can end within 50 days or take as long as 125 days.  It all depends upon the heat.  If we continue to have cooler nights and mornings, things will take much longer than if we suddenly jump into midsummer.  Optimally, 50 to 60 days will see us through the longest part.  I just have to be patient.

  My duration time is not entirely "my" wait.  Earlier today, Son was cooling off a bit from caulking the new siding.  He caulks, I paint.  We were both feeling the heat of the noonday sun so decided a lemonade break was in order.  He wandered about the shady area back behind the canebrake before he came across something rather interesting.  On the highest part of the hill back there, a Cooter turtle had decided "her" time was due.  She dug her nest and deposited up to two dozen eggs in the bottle shaped hole before ambling back down to the Bayou.  There are a number of Cooters and slider turtles that live in the brackish water where the Bayou meets the creek.  Mama Cooter had made that slow trek through the marsh, up the steep hill, dug her nest in hard clay, deposited her eggs, covered the nest and then was laboring to make her way back down to the water.  Son found her just after she had left the nest.

  Poor Mama Cooter was drying out quickly in the noonday sun.  She was covered with a thick layer of clay and was exhausted after her chore.  As much as I wanted to help her back into the water, I knew that I should not intervene.  It was best that she continue as she has every year for probably the past ten or maybe twenty years.  She knew what she was doing and needed no help from me.  She was a large turtle with her carapace being nigh on 15 inches and I am sure she was quite hefty!  

  Son and I watched the turtle for a bit.  He called attention to the fact that her shell showed the ravages of being attacked at some point. Perhaps a young alligator or even a coyote had attacked her causing the abrasions and cracks.  Despite this, she was determined to lay her eggs and insure that a new generation of Cooters would inhabit the Bayou.  Good Mama.  Now all that is left is the waiting and the hopes that the little turtles make it down to the water without being attacked by a predator.  Usually, only one or two will survive the first year.  It is treacherous for little tykes on the Bayou.