First let me say that is does NOT rain in Southern California in September!! But it did this year and I don't mean the drizzle that we sometimes get at night.
The weather man has been saying "there's a storm coming!" for several days now but I didn't believe them. Friday was beautiful, clear skies, warm air, just gorgeous. Late in the afternoon a wind began to blow, a cold one. I thought maybe I should bring the tortoise in just in case. He (or she we aren't sure) has been living in the back yard in a nice burrow he made under the driveway. But he is an African Spurred Tortoise so he does not fare well in cold or wet weather and we need to bring him indoors or make him an above ground house with a heater for the winter. We haven't done that yet because IT DOESN'T RAIN IN SEPTEMBER! Well, I went to bring him in, but he was already way back in his burrow and it is very deep. I certainly wasn't going to go get the shovel and dig him out. And I figured if it did rain, it would only be a little bit.
We went to bed.
Around 11pm, I woke up. I heard rain...hard rain. I worried a bit
about my hard shell friend, but tried to go back to sleep. What could
I do anyway? I couldn't sleep. Finally, around midnight I got up to
look out in the yard. The water was coming down in sheets off the
garage roof, right into the place where his burrow is. That is when I
really started to worry. I went out into the yard in my PJ's and a
blanket over my head. We don't even own an umbrella or rain
coats that are handy! It was pouring and the yard was flooding. I
went over to the burrow and kneeled down to feel inside. It was wet
and puddled in front. The burrow goes down from there, not level with
the ground, so I knew that the water was running down to the bottom
of her house. It was cold, too. I started to cry. I knew he would be
cold and not be able to move out of his hole and save himself. He was
going to drown and it was all my fault. I ran back inside crying and
stared out at the yard and the rain for several minutes trying to
figure out what to do. I prayed out loud to God. "If you love
tortoises please save this one. Do something!" I stood there
trying to figure out what to do for awhile longer and then went back
out into the rain.
There I was,
standing in the yard in the middle of the night in my PJ's with a
blanket over my head crying. I felt inside the hole and now the water
was running in a river from the grass into the hole along with the
water from roof. I stood up and yelled "Come out Lucky!!"
When I looked down at my feet, there was Lucky poking his head out of
his hole and looking up at me!! I couldn't believe it! I snatched
him up from the ground and yelled "Praise God! Thank you!"
and run into the house with him. We were both muddy and cold, but we
were safe. He would warm up in the house and live to eat grass and
harass the dog another day. I cleaned up and went back to bed,
praising God for his small miracles!
The weather man has been saying "there's a storm coming!" for several days now but I didn't believe them. Friday was beautiful, clear skies, warm air, just gorgeous. Late in the afternoon a wind began to blow, a cold one. I thought maybe I should bring the tortoise in just in case. He (or she we aren't sure) has been living in the back yard in a nice burrow he made under the driveway. But he is an African Spurred Tortoise so he does not fare well in cold or wet weather and we need to bring him indoors or make him an above ground house with a heater for the winter. We haven't done that yet because IT DOESN'T RAIN IN SEPTEMBER! Well, I went to bring him in, but he was already way back in his burrow and it is very deep. I certainly wasn't going to go get the shovel and dig him out. And I figured if it did rain, it would only be a little bit.





