heading towards you.â
It happened so quickly that Clare didnât know how she actually did it. Some instinct had taken over and in a second sheâd spotted the turtle, reached out with her net, and the next thing she knew she was struggling to hold on to the weight at the end of her net and keep her kayak from tipping over. Richardâs kayak was beside hers in an instant.
âGreat job!â he said.
The turtle was a clawing, thrashing creature, big as a dinner plate and heavy as a rock. It scratched Clareâsarm and she almost dropped it, net and all. Richard got it out of the net and held it for her to see. Clare stared at it and it stared right back at her. It had a wild, prehistoric look, like a dinosaur or a dragon.
âIsnât she a beauty?â Richard asked.
They brought the terrapin back to shore and Richard got out his equipment for measuring and marking them.
âYours is a female,â he told Clare. âTheyâre always bigger than the males. And sheâs one whoâs never been captured before. Weâll do her first.â Richard showed Clare how to hold the turtle so it couldnât claw her, but it was difficult to hold on to that heavy weight and keep her hands free of the sharp claws.
âSteady, Sweetheart,â he said to the turtle.
âWhat happened to her shell here?â asked Clare.
Richard rubbed the damaged spot with his thumb. âGot hit by something,â he said. âProbably a boat propeller, but itâs healed up fine. It isnât slowing her down.â
The turtle didnât like to be weighed. She didnât like to be measured with calipers. And she did not like having the edge of her shell notched with a file.It seemed like a cruel procedure to Clare, but Richard assured her it didnât actually hurt the turtle. Every turtle had a different series of notches that stood for numbers, this was #1430 and it would be entered in the database.
âThis little ladyâs gravid,â said Richard.
âWhatâs that?â asked Clare.
âFull of eggs. Sheâs going to be coming up on the shore any day now to lay them. Here, you can feel them inside her.â
Richard held the turtle and showed Clare where to slip her fingers in the back, between the shells. It seemed like too intimate a thing, an invasion of the turtleâs privacy, but Clare didnât want to say so. And it was miraculous, after all, to reach in among the folds of turtle skin and feel something like marbles, which were the eggs the turtle would be laying, future baby turtles.
âCould we give her a name?â asked Clare. âI know she has a number, but wouldnât it be nice for her to have a name, too?â
âCertainly. What do you want to name her?â asked Richard.
Clare looked at the turtle. The turtleâs eyes were bright and intelligent looking. She looked a bit like a photograph of Eleanor Roosevelt in Clareâs social studies textbook.
âHow about Eleanor?â she asked.
âThatâs fine by me,â said Richard.
When they were done recording all the information about the turtle, Richard handed her over to Clare to take back down to the water to release.
âSo, sheâs going to have to swim all the way out into the bay, and around Blackfish Island, watching out for boats, lobster traps, fishing nets, and all sorts of dangers, then climb across the beach and up to the dunes and find a place to lay her eggs?â
âThatâs the way it is,â said Richard.
âCouldnât we just find a nice spot for her and take her there?â
Richard shook his head.
Clare held the turtle out at a safe distance and walked down the beach looking for the best place to put her down. She waded out into the water and picked a spot where there was nice eel grass to slither away into.
âOK, Eleanor,â she said. âYouâre on your own.â
She set the turtle down in
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