Down the road from us there is a large pen of giant tortoises that we pass on the occasional ‘run’ (usually used by me as an excuse to slow down, you know, so I can have a chat with them).Yesterday though, hearing a loud grunt issuing forth from the pen we ambled over to be faced by nature in action; one tortoise mounted on top the other.
Wow, the mating ritual of giant tortoises. How many times in your life might you get to observe such a sight? This was a must see…
EXCEPT, lacking any David Attenborough style narration, just standing there watching this tortoise humping away (though this implies far too much movement on the tortoise’s part), I got a bit embarrassed. I mean, why? The tortoises didn’t care. Perhaps it was the noise? Invading the tortoises’ privacy? Or maybe it was because it was obvious he was about to reach his climatic end…
Any minute now, no wait nearly, nearly, ohh very close, that’s it, here it is and yes there he goes…grunt overdrive.
He slumped, dismounted and moved off.
The tortoise underneath yawned.
Any allusions to humans are purely your own.
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