In late spring I usually see a painted turtle or two come from the stream onto our yard. It's always a notable event with their glossy etched shell and undersides painted in the most vibrant colours.
Yesterday morning I opened our basement door to ascend the six steps to our garage. But I was stopped in my tracks. There was a painted turtle at the door. What motivated him to come to this spot and stumble down six steps about 60 meters from the stream?

This time of year the females seek a sunny, sandy spot to lay their eggs. Did she get sidetracked and take a wrong turn to end up here? I picked her up and returned her to the water to resume her journeys. I was moved by this chance encounter and overcome with the respect and mystery for this beautiful painted turtle.
How strange that Nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude! ~Emily Dickinson
I believe that there is a subtle magnetism in Nature, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright. ~Henry David Thoreau