Scent of a Woman: I like that movie. My favorite part isn’t the Colonel’s speech at the school. My favorite part is the restaurant scene. We’ll get back to that.
This morning’s weather was exceptional: cool air, clear sky, sunny. Just the break I needed to get some back yard chores done, a chance for the box turtles to spend time in their outside habitat, and perfect for digging up worms for turtles.
Besides my own two box turtles, I am rehabbing a two year old wild box turtle who was chewed up by a dog. Iz, the victim box turtle, is healing well but his back legs don’t yet carry weight.
Momma Turtle and Big Turtle (with me for 15+ years) were dropped into their outdoor habitat. The little rehab turtle, Iz, needs some outdoor exercise time so he gets to stay with me. Iz and I head into the yard to dig up worms for all the box turtles.
Not yet mentioned here but a force to be reckoned with is the 100 pound Frankie the sulcata tortoise: this ishisbackyard. Frankie often sleeps in late and I hoped he would be still be sleeping when I am dig up worms. Regretfully, Frankie too is enjoying the cool morning and is basking by the fence near the area I was going to dig up worms.
Oh, well. I can handle Frankie…… (Haven’t I said that before?)
I head to the fence looking for an area away from Frankie, With a small container, hand trowel, hand tiller and Iz the turtle in a box, I select an area where soil has built up by the fence, and a little distance from the basking Frankie. The worms love the deep soil and Frankie will be occupied with basking.
Iz is placed on the ground next to where I am sitting. Iz get’s busy scamping around while I dig for worms all the while keeping peripheral vision on Frankie.
Frankie’s been eyeing me, too. I am doing something in his yard so he considers that such activity must be contemplated, investigated, scrutinized, inspected, engaged, entangled, and possibly ultimately destroyed. The minute Frankie picks up his shelled-shelf and starts walking my way I grab Iz and hide him back into the box lest Frankie find him.
Frankie inspects as he approaches the area. He comes across the container full of dirt and worms.
“No, Frankie! No ramming the dirt!”
Too late. With one one step Frankie dumps my container of dirt and worms.
“Frankie! Go do something else. There is nothing for you here.”
Frankie stares at me like he doesn’t understand English. The voice tone Frankie gets because after a 30 second stare-down he turned around and headed up the hill.
Iz gets placed back on the ground next to my knees and I start picking up dirt and worms Frankie dumped. I take a gander over …read more
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