Yesterday morning, D said, "There's someone here to see you." I looked out the kitchen door and saw
D put out a bit of lettuce, but he wouldn't have any. I carried him off to the woods; something tells me he is not the same one who arrived last week.
Later, it stormed and stormed, thunder and lightening, the sky darkening until it was quite like night.
I looked out, and there in the driveway, head out, was the turtle, basking in the downpour. He stood for some minutes, before suddenly turning, and hiking back over the edge of the liriope and into the woods.