Masha du Toit

Meet “M” and “N”. They are inside, in one of the many quarantine tanks where the weaker turtles are being kept for observation.
See that little triangular bit taken out of the food I’m holding? That’s the profile of their little mouths. N, in particular, made valiant attempts at clipping pieces out of my hand. Luckily his jaws are not nearly strong enough!

I now have a sore back from crouching over tanks all day long, persuading baby turtles to eat.  Most of them did, but some of the wilder ones that have recently arrived were not interested.