P got home on Friday, and asked me whether I’d seen my friend. I thought he was talking about a bird, or a bee (or a flower, or a tree…hee!), but he told me to go look. On the patio beside Ravon was…ROXY! Dirty, and kept her eyes shut, probably because she was still groggy, but definitely my Boxy Roxy! Initially, I violated one of my cardinal turtle rules and moved her onto the grass on the west side, but then it occurred to me that it was going to get cold again, and she’d probably go back to her burrow, which she mightn’t be able to find if she hadn’t got where she was under her own power, so a couple of minutes later, I moved her back to her original spot, even though I hate seeing turtles on rough concrete (or gravel). Anyway, unless the fucking cold weekend killed her, my Roxy is back for Year #4 at Parview!