![Image](http://rushinggrove.com/box1.jpg)
![Image](http://rushinggrove.com/box2.jpg)
I took these with a telephoto lens and tried not to disturb her.
I went back in and told my son, who was still abed. After waiting a bit and realizing he was moving very slow, I went back out, and she was almost back in the woods:
![Image](http://rushinggrove.com/box3.jpg)
I was so proud of myself. I'd kept the dog from bothering her. I had stayed far enough away taking my pictures that she hadn't gone into her shell.
I was feeling pretty good.
Then, I looked at where she had been when I first saw her:
![Image](http://rushinggrove.com/box4.jpg)
I'd disturbed a female who had just started digging to lay a clutch of eggs. I felt awful. I know she'll find another spot soon, but I think about the stories of keepers here with frantic females, and to think that I interrupted a wild one who had finally started....