Saturday, May 25, 2013
Lee told me we had a visitor in the garage. I figured that meant a bird or lizard or some such.
It was a little box turtle. I love them. They are sweet and cute in a boxy truck-like fashion. I have no idea how he found his way in the garage.
We see them now and then when we work around the property. My biggest fear is that they will get in the field when the hay is being cut or when we are clearing a new patch of land. A turtle shell is no match for a bush hog.
So I set him free on the side of our hill that we don't cut. Run little box turtle....well, saunter little box turtle. You are free!