They grow up so fast. One minute you’re cleaning their colitas for them; the next they are ready to fly from the nest. Or clamber out of the pond and stroll off to a lake, as the case may be.
Bob and Homer are now a whole five years old. I have far more photos of Bob. Homer tends to spend his life hiding under the basking rock. Bob has more character too. Has had more adventures, more stories to tell.
But getting old they are, and big too. It’s almost time for them to find a new home. A pond in someone’s backyard, or a lake? That’s the question. There are dangers with both. Bob could have another 35 years in him….will a new human owner give him the TLC he needs for that long?
There is the risk of a predator finding him in a lake, but at least he’s in a natural environment. He can take his chances. I’d be happier knowing he met his maker as part of the food chain in the natural cycle of life, rather than die a miserable death in a dirty pool, neglected by his owner.
I have found a couple of candidate lakes in Mexico City. I am investigating one of them tomorrow….