As usual, it’s the weekend and the sun is shining glorious, I headed out with my turtle in the bucket and the watering can on the other hand.
I had to push Steve away from the blocks and the cement. They hurt the soft pink belly shell and skin.
On the way back home after the walk, I found this exquisite moth sitting in the corner. It is huge!
He was motionless and looked very old. His wings were in the last stages of his life.
He looked tired and thirsty. The sun was strong and he needed rest. I gave him drops of water to quench his thirst. He had come a long way. He gave subtle movements to the water but I have no idea whether he was drinking or not.
I wished the moth safety till he’s completely gone.
While mommy was interacting with the moth, Steve had to wait in his tiny bucketful of water.
He didn’t like it.
Now he’s back home taking a breath.
Ah, much better!
I walked the turtle with Jeff on my way to work. Jeff popped Steve in a bucket full of water and there we went.
Time was up and I had to leave for work. I had Jeff to babysit Steve and these are the pictures he sent me.
Can you spot the turtle head?
Steve looks very nature in the grass. I guess nature is where turtles are supposed to be.
My pleco passed away. He died a few days away from his 2nd birthday. Jeff was his godfather and he made a tomb for him. It faces his room window.
Jeff placed a tomb stone on Nubzuck’s grave and placed the home made drift wood on top of it in memorial of the beloved pleco. This is the view from his window.
We decided to call his tomb, Nubzuck Stone.