Tuesday Tails, some wings actually- and a sort of tort report

Taken Yesterday evening

A Fritillary Butterfly has found it's way back into the now nearly dead patch of white Geranium.  I wish it luck!

The tortoises produced babies this year but we can't find any of them.  I guess they won't survive very well through what can be brutal winters but one did make it's way to a neighbor's house and now, to the delight of his two little kids, they have a pet about the size of a walnut.  I wish the other babies as much good luck.

In 1991 I found seven baby torts by going out early in the morning and looking for them as they emerged from the rockwall into the sun.  Mostly, the nests hatch around the end of September.  We didn't even know one had been laid!  I'm not looking for anymore babies because they may be in the tall grass and I don't want to step on one.

Tomorrow one of the eggs that didn't hatch but which a predator left under a rosebush is the Wordless Wednesday photo.  The eggs are beautiful things, almost round.  Though the shell is rough it looks a lot like a glowing moon in the low rays of late afternoon light.

Enjoy your week.