A Whodunt

On Saturday morning there was a fine mist, making the Connetquot River State Park seem like the perfect setting for a Sherlock Holmes movie. How ironic it was that I stumbled upon a real nature whodunit. There alongside the paved roadway, leading up to the fish hatchery, was a hole in the ground and egg shells scattered around it. As I was taking pictures of the scene, a park employee, driving a truck, stopped and asked me what I was looking at. I pointed to the broken eggs. He said, “It was a fox. They dig up the turtle eggs as soon as they are laid.” After we agreed on the culprit being a fox. The park employee continued his drive, and I carried on with my walk.