You, dear posters, shall view this, it's hoped, before this day, glorious and grand, passes into its tranquil, star studded night ...
O, CoCo, the truth is I have a pair of honeymooning box turtles. I did some research to see if CrackShell knew what he was about Sunday morning when I passed his quarters that he shares with his recent acquaintance, Robusta. He had not drawn the curtains so I had caught them in flagrante delicto.
Is it called doggie style when turtles do it?
Was this simply raunchy jail-house sex or something more tender? A little research and indeed CrackShell with his damaged and slightly asymetrical body had not only survived this life, but was throwing his life forward in time by seeking the future (and some relief) against the boney--but female--backside of Robusta.(who needs breasts, anyway?)
----FOR A HALF HOUR!
Slow and steady wins the race. I fed them fresh strawberries and a little red meat when they were ready for refreshment.
If all goes well, the babies may hatch toward the end of August.
I'll let you know how it goes, Uncle CoCo.
Thanks for the post.
You're welcome, Maeve.
Thank you for the scrupulous use of commas and for making me part of the family.
I am Uncle "Coco" in many, many places.
Just saw this.