Yesterday, on a pit-stop from Zlatograd to Perperikon, I happened to notice an odd pattern on the ground. I reached down, turned it over, and to my surprise ...
At first, its eyes were closed, and it was almost motionless, but still alive. It was such a baby, that its plastron -- its belly, basically -- was soft to the touch. I kept caressing it, holding it warm in the palm of my hand, and breathing warm air onto it, until it finally opened its eyes.
I have to admit I was tempted to take it home with me and to nurse it back to health, but knowing the Bulgarian law protects it as a species, I decided instead to leave it in a sunny place (to keep it warm) where it had easy access to water and vegetation. Let's hope he stays healthy and happy in his original home:
We all have a share in taking care of the smaller, more modest denizens of our planet. Glad I could do my part, and I hope you are encouraged to do the same :) Ciao за now!
