Yesterday morning a turtle walked into our house compound. It seemed to be somewhat lost in the fenced in compound.
As I was busy with some other works, it suddenly disappeared, no where to be seen.
There was no way that he could get out of the compound. May be he just hid somewhere among our unkempt flower bushes.
In the afternoon, there it was again, almost at the same spot. It looked nervous as I approached it. I saw a 3-inch old cut on its carapace. Some cruel human being must have caused the injury sometimes ago.
I let it be. Then it disappeared again. Let it be. Perhaps it found our place a nice hiding place.