A turtle comes to call
Our neighbors told me there was a turtle walking down the street. Because we are those crazy people who have *chickens* in the city, we are the ones they come tell anything weird dealing with wildlife.
I found it wandering on the sidewalk right outside our house. The poor guy was probably parched and on the way to getting squashed crossing the street — so I gave him food and shelter. Well first I just stuck him in a bucket with some water and a stone, added in a leaf of lettuce, and then left; I had been out the door to run some errands when this whole thing happened.
Trixie really wants to keep it and call it Spike. The guy at the pet store says he thinks it’s probably a wild one. My sister-in-law, who knows lots about all sorts of pets, says that turtles “home in” on their home pond, so if we release it, it will try to go home and inevitably get run over by a car. The Consort’s colleague says we should release it at the big lake in town, because painteds like nice and deep water (so we’d need a big aquarium to keep it happy).
Plus, I’d want to name it Matilda.