
Shhh … Silent Sunday 4/19/26


Robert and I spent last week at our friend Gordon’s old farmhouse just north of the tiny town of Springfield GA.
Gordon, who lives in Arizona, told us that the last time he was at the farmhouse, he caught a quick glimpse of a gopher tortoise near its burrow on his property. That there are three of them, as far as he could tell. To be on the lookout!

For the first few days, we saw nothing. Then one day, when we arrived back at the farmhouse after lunch, we saw this poor little fellow trapped beneath the mesh wiring which Gordon had put down to protect his violas. Notice that there are no longer any violas around GT! (Gopher Tortoise).

Robert pulled back the mesh, and off GT went!
Back towards home.
I found it amazing that he made his way back so quickly and so accurately. After I showed Gordon the video, he told us that he thought GT was the smallest of the three tortoises that make his rural south Georgia property their home.
“Gopher tortoises are native to the upland pine forests of the southeastern United States, and are the only tortoise found east of the Mississippi. Their muted-brown, domed shells are distinctive; like a tiny round bulldozer plodding through the palmettos. Adult turtles average between nine and 11 inches long, although girthy adults can grow up to 15 inches. Like other slow-growing reptiles, these tortoises are especially long-lived, surviving an average of 40 to 60 years in the wild.
The tortoises are found on the coastal plain that stretches across Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, Florida, and South Carolina. While the species is often associated with the longleaf pine forests, they are also found in other habitats, including coastal dunes, xeric oak hammocks, scrub, and dry prairie.
The thing that all of these ecosystems have in common? Sandy soils.” floridafishandwildlife

The gopher tortoise signature burrows can extend 10–40 feet long and up to 10 feet deep!

Or in GT’s case …
Perhaps I wasn’t so silent on this Shhh Silent Sunday post, but GT certainly was.




Shhh.

We got closer, but Dee stood his ground.


We decided to chat.
Dee started: “Whose neighborhood is this through which you walk?”
He caught me off guard. “Well, the homeowners, I suppose? The neighborhood association?”
“And who are the ‘homeowners’? Who are the members of the ‘neighborhood association’?”
I saw where he was going with his questioning, but I didn’t know where to go next with answering.
So I simply said, “I’m sorry” and walked away.
Dee continued to stare, not moving an inch.

He just followed my departure with his eyes.

My Silent Sunday ended up not being so silent after all.
When I got back to Amy’s and Scott’s house, where Robert and I are dog- and housesitting for a few days, HR was still asleep, so I made my coffee and walked out onto their balcony-porch overlooking Savannah’s Moon River.

Such Sunday morning peace.

And then the dolphins, the fish, the alligators, the pelicans, the common sea gulls and the wading birds began to talk, to question.


















