Once or twice every few weeks, I record something in my View from the House file. Just a few lines. Sometimes, it might just be a cloud, or a full moon shining through the branches of an oak in winter, or workers on the street. Yesterday, I wrote about the female cardinal feeding her chicks.

Mid-morning, a female cardinal flies in and out of its nest in the trumpet vine outside the sunroom window. There are three chicks, not yet ready to fly.

In the early evening, a snapping turtle struggled up the small embankment from the creek behind the house. As the creek would soon be dry now that the rain has ended, I carried it down to a nearby pond where it scrambled into the vegetation in the shallow waters. Snapping turtles are territorial by nature. Something to think about as the turtle disappeared from view.