Well, here's the first of the produce from our garden. Radishes. Lots of 'em. They're planted in the same row as some carrots; in the row next to them, there are peas and tomatoes and lettuces of several varieties. The garden is sort of scattered around the property: an old wheelbarrow converted into a planter holding herbs and more lettuces and cucumbers, two enormous black rubber things for potatoes, several raised beds with strawberries, asparagus, and rhubarb, and a bunch of other planters with pumpkin seedlings and so on. I'm really looking forward to the peas.
Mr. Vincenzo--named after the cranky newspaper editor from the television series The Night Stalker--is still alive. I called DNR today and left a message saying yes, I would like to speak to a conservation officer at the earliest convenience, but no, it isn't an emergency. This was after I called county animal control. County animal control does not, apparently, deal with wildlife, and the lady I spoke to suggested taking Mr. Vincenzo to a vet in Purcelville, VA. Vets--at least, some of them--do accept turtles as patients. Mr Vincenzo, however, having been so traumatized by his encounter with the neighbor's dog, will be remaining here for another day or so, or however long it takes for the local DNR people to call back. Eastern box turtles don't have any special status as far as conservation goes, but it's possible the folks at DNR will want to take him. I sort of hope not. I've gotten used to having him around.
I hoped he'd start using his hind legs, but they're still tucked up inside his shell and he's still getting around by using his forelegs to drag himself. I'm not sure the problem is that they don't work at all; he had them out this morning and promptly pulled them back in when I gave him a little chopped up broccoli and hardboiled egg--thank you, Katie, for the suggestion. We'll see what happens tomorrow.
Otherwise, I was able to watch another two episodes of Supernatural. I was a little disappointed that the boys didn't leave Gordon to the vampires, but I'm guessing this means he'll be popping up again at some point. I've known a couple people who are poisonous enough to wither potted plants simply by being in the same room with them... I'm pretty sure they're among the living, though. I hope. Ick.