I know exactly how old this baby turtle is. I know when and where the eggs were laid and I know when and where the eggs hatched.
I don't have time to put in multiple links this morning as I bang this out before work, but if you use the Search This Blog feature at the top of the page and enter "baby turtles, baby turtle update, or turtle soup" you should find the rest of the story.
Most days, these little guys live in a large rubbermaid type container on the porch. The container is set so they can bask in the sun or retreat to shade during the day.
The recent addition of a garden pond waterfolly feature to the front yard has opened up new experiences for the baby turtles and they have been spending weekend excursions there.
Drifting in the garden pond seemed to be a popular pastime last weekend. Ceanne the goldfish doesn't seem to mind them.
Ceanne gets her own post someday soon. Talk about a fish who should buy a lottery ticket ... she is one lucky girl.
The garden pond gives the turtles a chance to practice their diving skills since it's so much deeper than the rubbermaid box. There was a lot of bottom prowling going on ... probably eating bits of drowned bug. The pond has turned out to be a millipede La Brea Tar Pit.
In a nutshell, out of 11 babies almost 2 years ago:
- One is dead ... my fault dammit!
- One is making the school janitor's little grandson very happy.
- Two are making a fellow science teacher who loves turtles very happy.
- One went to live in Mom's pond and made her very happy, but then he went on a walkabout.
- Six are still here with us ... okay, yes ... making us happy.
This spring, I will begin to release them. If my real pond holds water, I will let some go there since that is their pond of origin. My only hesitation there is that if an otter visits, the turtles are toast in that confined space. So I may choose local streams instead.
The runt stays according to Mrs. FC.
I am not allowed to release Squirtle.