So after all the drama the first two turtles caused us, imagine DP’s exasperation when I texted him a photo of this hatchling I found in the corner of a concrete parking lot.
I had a lot of explaining to do. A friend reassured me, What’s one more turtle? It’s not as if this were a third puppy or a child. I’m not sure how you should take that comparison.
But I wasn’t planning on keeping Turtle #3.
The temperature for the next three nights was expected to drop (again), and I felt guilty about leaving the tiny thing (which, by the way, was half the size of both Mochi and Peanut when I first found them) outside.
Yes, I do realize that’s part of nature.
I put Turtle #3 in the pond and nothing happened. It was so well camouflaged that Mochi stepped right over it without noticing.
A couple days later, they were all sunning on the rocks together. Zero drama.
Turtle #3 is now named Rosy (“it” has pinkish streaks on both cheeks).
I think I am turtle hoarder.
Note: Have no fear, animal rights activists – there is a nice fish pond at my office where all the rescue turtles eventually go, unless we finally get around to installing our own backyard pond.