I was almost home from school this evening, when I slammed on the brakes to keep from running over a box turtle that was crossing the road toward our property. I got out to find out where it was in relation to my tires. It had gone back into the grass. I drove on in the driveway and got my camera and B, and we found it moving right along in the opposite direction from the road.
After supper and after I had done some homework, we went outside and B spotted it again. This time it was walking right up our front walk. By the time I got the camera, it was on the porch. (That is the airline for the goldfish pond.)
It skirted the pond.
And followed the house wall where it sat for quite a while.
Later we found it in the purple heart near the garage door.
When we returned from our walk, we could not find it. I’ll check under the tires before I leave in the morning.
Regular readers may remember that this spring, I took a young box turtle to school for a week, before letting it go across the cul-de-sac where the swamp is. This box turtle is much larger than that one.