Thanks Norris,
I write what I do because I'd like to read similar info from others. IMO it does help to compare notes on their behavior so that's why I ramble on about mine. So because you asked, here's a long ramble.
Mine are not Easterns, they are western ornates.
Are they T.O. ornata or T.O. luteola? My friend Doug Hotle the curator of the Abilene Zoo tells me that there is a box turtle study happening now. Taxonomists are considering doing away with the luteola designation because it's just too darn difficult to determine which is ornata & which is luteola. They do overlap, they do interbreed, they have the same needs so what's the point in separating them? Personally I hope that change happens.
My boxies aren't CB turtles. I've always been a person who believes in keeping CB pets, not WC but things happen...
Shell E was the first one to move in with us 5 years ago, she was found broken after being dog chewed.
Her name is Shell E only because when I took her to a vet as a wild animal in need not a pet, they needed a name for her medical records. The receptionist said how about Shelly? I said whatever but hey spell it Shell E so it won't be so cliche. lol
I hadn't planned to keep her but it took 2 years for her to heal & during that time I realized she's missing so much of the anterior portion of her carapace, she can't close up.
After 2 years here she was spoiled rotten too, I couldn't release her.
Then Charity was brought to me by neighborhood kids. I hadn't planned to keep her either but she was starving, then I noticed the nail polish on her. I think she'd been someone's captive for years. Did she not know how to find food? I think she didn't.
Janie, I wasn't going to keep her but we were in a hurry to meet with someone expecting us 35 miles away, then by the time that was over it was too dark to find a spot to release her. We had to go to a funeral out of town the next day. It was a long trip, we had to leave early without time to find a place for her so we left her in our yard where she could leave on her own but she didn't leave.
4 days later when we arrived home from the funeral as I stepped out of the car the woman next door handed Hobo to me, & that was about half an hour after she'd taken him from the dog's mouth next door to her.
After 3-5 years of having him visit us each summer looking for a hand out, finding out he'd just been saved from being a dog chew toy like Shell E, we just couldn't stand the thought of letting him outside this fence again.
There are 8 houses under contruction that I can see when I look out my front door, if we leave Hobo out there now, I don't even want to think about what might happen to him.
So now we have 4 & I like to talk about them because they are such awesome creatures! 
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PHRatz