"Got any pellets up there?"
"Maybe some crickets?"
"Some shrimp?"
Starchick sent me this quote awhile back:
"Looking for peace is like looking for a turtle with a mustache: You won't be able to find it. But when your heart is ready, peace will come looking for you." Ajahn Chah
Pretty cool, huh?
Thanks, Starchick.
Anyhow, here's little Gomie "workin' it" on the catwalk. You go girl!
This morning I put out a "veggie lovers" spread for them. Here's Gomie doing her best imitation of Homer Simpson: "Ahhhhh, Green Peppers, ALGLLGGGGLLLGLGL"
She has pretty big claws for a female. That's B.D.'s claws in the lower right.
This pic is a perfect example of why I'm such a softie when it comes to my Gomie....All the time she was in the isolation tank I didn't give her carrots (I knew she would not touch them), yet now she acts like it's the first time she ever saw one! She's such a curious little turtle!
She really only nibbles at them, that's Beaker sneaking up from below to grab a chunk, carrots are one of her favorites....
Once they have wiped everything out (less than five minutes), it's playtime. Both beaker and Big Daddy pretty much ignore Gomie, she makes her own fun. So far she's managed to pull most of the rocks out of the little pot without knocking it over BUT moving the pot itself about 8" from left to right (redecorating I guess). I put the new 6" PVC pipe in, but I haven't had time to put plants on it just yet.
When I got home from work today, I figured I'd give them some pellets. Of course, Gomie had to "inspect" them, to make sure they were soft enough for Beaker and B.D.:
"Hmmmm, these pellets are still a bit crunchy. Maybe you should leave me alone with them a few minutes more....."
Uh Oh, this isn't going to end well......"Ha, Ha" says Gomie, "get your own!"
"Move over, squirt" says Beaker.....six months ago they were both the same size!
Beaker grabs hold of the side of the container and tries to pull it into the tank!
"Mr. Big Head! Beaker's trying to steal MY (?) pellets!
The always kind and benevolent (ahem) Big Head spreads pellets far and wide (overfeeding), and once again all is well.......
When feeding time ends, Big Daddy gets his back scratch. I swear every time after he eats he climbs onto the resting ramp and looks up at me, waiting for his "back scratch'! The Big Head must comply......
"Ahhhh......a little to the left....that's the ticket!"
I'll end with a shot of the new filter.....it looks like something Batman might use if he had turtles in the Batcave......
I try to get them seperated, but occasionally Spike decides she wants Sparky's instead of hers, and he doesn't seem to understand that he could go eat hers. She gets a double helping, and then I have to pull her out to feed the little guy!
