I let Tortoise, my turtle, loose in Sept. of 2013 because it was fixing to get cold and my food supply was going to run out. Prior to turning him out in the world, I got out a pocket knife and cut in a design on his shell. I hoped that one day I'd run into this turtle and if I did, I would be able to know.
The next year I had no success in ever seeing Tortoise, though I did see a few wild ones.
Today as I walked in some taller grass, my right foot came down on something hard and rounded. At first I thought that it was a stone, but then I decided it wasn't. I lifted my foot to see and there sat a scared turtle. I instantly picked it up and began talking, as if trying to comfort it. And there on the left hind part of the shell was the carve I had made two years ago!
"Tortoise! Oh, it's really you!"
Of course he was still startled and hid in his shell. I brought him inside and right then he popped out of his shell and started trying to get free of my hand. I put him on the kitchen floor and off he went just like old times. Actually, he's still wandering about, underfoot in the kitchen.
I plan on returning him to the wild later today, after I've spent some time watching him. : )
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