When the rain, I see
For the second night of Hanukkah, I finally met in person my godchild's twelve-year-old Eastern box turtle, Mr. Slow.
I grew up hearing the stories of the Glixman turtles which my mother told to her siblings throughout their migratory, mid-century childhood. They carried their homes with them.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch and the cats have lit the second night's candle for health.
I grew up hearing the stories of the Glixman turtles which my mother told to her siblings throughout their migratory, mid-century childhood. They carried their homes with them.
spatch and the cats have lit the second night's candle for health.
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I complimented his colors. He did not have them when he came to my godchild; he bloomed.
(I thought both its looks and the slowness seemed more like a tortoise than a turtle, but looking it up I see that box turtles are tortoise-like and terrestrial in their habits. Huh, that is interesting!)
Yes! He does swim, but as I understand it, mostly for cleanliness. He would be burrowing to brumate if in the wild. (Upstairs in my godchild's bedroom, he sort of hunkers.)