Yesterday I tried for the first time this year to slip up on the turtles lined like a row of helmets on the ledge along the bottom of our bank. I failed as usual to catch them off guard. It always happens the same way. At the first sign of my approach one starts and they all follow in a quick succession of turtle-like splashes. For a few seconds there’s nothing to see, then heads begin to bob up as individuals circle to see what caused the ruckus. I counted thirty-two before they submerged and I lost sight of them. I didn’t return later but I’m confident they were back on the ledge. It’s what the wary turtles of Goose Lake do when the day is bright and the sun is warm on the stones.