Mark Chute and Anita Onofrio, of Strafford, recently posted this on the listserve, which I am sharing here with their permission:
We have a just emerged monarch butterfly that needs a lift to N.Y., New Jersey or farther south. It is too cold for her now to leave from here so
she needs help getting to Mexico. If you are heading south in the next couple of days and you can help please e-mail (email@example.com) or call 765-4507.
(Thanks to Calendar editor Liz Sauchelli, author of the Out & About columns, for the heads up!)
Mark told me that their post turned up a ride for the butterfly that would depart on Saturday, but ideally they are looking to send her on her way sooner than that. If you could be a monarch chauffeur, let them know!
Here’s a picture of a monarch, but not the monarch.
FILE – In this Oct. 20, 2017, file photo, John Miano of Destin, Fla., holds a monarch butterfly on his fingertip as he waits for the newly tagged insect to take flight during the Panhandle Butterfly House’s Monarch Madness festival in Navarre, Fla.(Devon Ravine/Northwest Florida Daily News via AP, File)
In the meantime, here are my two Upper Valley snapping turtle stories:
ONE. In my first few months here, in 2012, I banded together with a random group of passersby to help a snapping turtle cross Route 5 in Norwich near King Arthur Flour. At first (in what was, in retrospect, an Obvious Mistake) I just tried to pick up the turtle from the middle of the street, and the thing basically back-flipped off the ground and nearly shredded my face off, so I learned that lesson pretty quickly. Ultimately we used a random shopping basket and umbrella from the back of my car along with somebody’s ski pole to ferry the turtle across the way. It was one of my first very Upper Valley experiences™.
Go free, Dr. Snaps, which is what I just named you right now.
TWO. Here is a dramatic reenactment of a scene from this summer involving me and a snapping turtle in Enfield’s Cole Pond, when neither of us knew the other one was trying to lay out on a sunny rock and she walked headfirst into my toe.