I've been walking in the wee hours before Morning Joe, my first cup of coffee and the arrival of my charge. Its a great time to be walking around and outside Bedlam. Traffic is light, the stars are shining, cool and freshly new day to welcome.
The other day I began and my first leg is to get out of Bedlam at the gate not too far away. You enter a circle drive (incoming cars to the left gate, outgoing to the right gate), and while I was walking to the right to get on the sidewalk, I noticed this fellow trying to get onto the circular grass area.
This circle of grass may be a temporary oasis for a slow travelling pavement warrior but there is no escape; it is surrounded by the cruelest death. Squirrels would sooner meet their makers - turtles wouldn't have a chance.
And so it was left to me - normally quite a non-intervention kind of guy - to take shell in hand and move it back inside the confines of Bedlam next to a pond. After my walk I circled back and, lo and behold, he was gone, hopefully into the wet safety of the water. Now we are both trapped in Bedlam - but safe.