Luna's Latest Gift |
That screech you might of heard was me. Yeah... the mice are gonna go.
Anyway, after I took the picture, I whipped out a Sharpie and wrote a "3" on his back. This was the third turtle of the season. Usually, I take the turtles down the street, to the woods at end of the block and set them free. This one, I let go by my mailbox, figuring it might have a better shot at longevity away from more predators. I came back an hour later and there was no sign of him, so I'm guessing he found his way into the grass (there's a high--well, high for a tiny turtle--concrete curb separating the street from our yard)
I kind of regret keeping him in my yard. The lawn guys have industrial mowers. I'd hate to have this little fella's life might be cut short by sharp blades. If I see Number 3 again, I'll go ahead and move him down the street and let him take his chances with other wildlife.
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