Friday, January 23, 2009
Last year we inherited a turtle, when my BFF moved to Tassie. He is the
He is tranquil and restful when in the water, but a dynamo on land - man that turtle can move. With purpose. He eats worms (both frozen bloodworm cubes and fresh ones from the garden) from our hands. The girls are responsible turtle owners - Fred takes him for walks, and the girls take it in turns to feed him. We have all been suddenly seized by the desire to expand into dog ownership (much fence building needs to occur before that day, so it probably won't occur until someone around here decides to bring in a proper income - I'm looking at you Una), but we will always have Snappy to love, and I will always respect his profoundly peaceful, zen-like silence.