Today’s a big day around our house — it’s World Turtle Day. American Tortoise Rescue created WTD in 2000 as an “annual observance to help people celebrate and protect turtles and tortoises and their disappearing habitats around the world.” This year I’m going to introduce you to Woody, a North American wood turtle (Glyptemys insculpta) who’s probably nearly 60 years old. George will tell you the story of Woody, and I’ll share some of my photos of Woody with his friends.
George writes: Woody and I adopted each other in April 1990. I was fostering him because his human, Jim, suspected that Woody probably had drowned a turtle that Jim adored. Jim was terribly upset, obviously, and the plan was to bring Woody to the April meeting of the Bay Area Amphibian and Reptile Society meeting for adoption. Jim rang my doorbell and soon Woody was on my kitchen floor. We looked at each other and I said to him, “well, want to give it a try?” Jim was thrilled and so was I, and hopefully Woody was also! He’s been with me ever since. This is Woody hanging out in my shoes with our red-eared slider turtle Borgward.
Woody is his own man, so to speak. He has his regular habits, including harassing any person he chooses to harass. He put me in the Kaiser E.R. one night, but that’s a story for another day. He follows the sun as it makes its way from window to window. He often shares the afternoon sun with Lars.
Woody is very social, and when he can’t find anyone to engage with he spends time with the other very handsome wood turtle in the house (his reflection in a mirror).
He leaves his impression on everyone who meets him. Sometimes he leaves scars. I’ll see folks I haven’t seen in years and the first thing they ask me is: ” How is Woody?” Or in the case of my cousin Linda, “You still have that monster???” This is Daisy, the newest member of the family, meeting Woody. She quickly learned that he’s not one of her toys.
In 1994 after Heidi and I moved into our first home in Oakland, Woody escaped and was gone for eight days. I put posters up everywhere offering a reward. One morning a fellow two city blocks away saw a turtle walking down the street being followed by his dog, and thankfully that ended the worst eight days of my life. Getting Woody back made me whole. He is a constant in our lives. Say what you will, Woody “is”.