Well, this has been kind of a terrible year for us.
It's been great in that we finally got our pen expansions done, and other things are coming along, but as far as breeding goes... blech!
Our cool rainy spring was so unseasonal and I got only one clutch of eggs, three three-toed eggs. Out of those three, two hatched, one runt and one normal. The third died in the egg.
Now our runt has passed. I've been doing this long enough that I shouldn't have been surprised, and normally I'm quite dispassionate about the babies until they are well established, but....
This little guy was the first box turtle in 21 years of keeping them that ever bit me. It bit me, the first thing it saw out of it's egg, and was so full of spunk.
Unfortunately it started the evening before last with the head-bobbing, throat swelling movement that I associate with difficulties breathing, and was dead by morning.
I must admit, this one death made me sad, more than my normal dissapointment at losing an egg or hatchling.
It's just a reminder that these guys are so fragile, and that their survival as a species is not focused on each offspring surviving, like with other animals, but on longevity and repeated clutches over a hundred years. I know all this, but I still am sad at losing this guy who entered the world tiny and disadvantaged, but biting and kicking anyway.
So now we are down to one for the year. Unfortunately this means I won't be giving any offspring away this year, but I have high hopes for next year, so long as the weather is better.

