Tortugas.

I thought it was finally Spring, so took Herman, Gonzalez and Sheldon out of the straw-filled cardboard box in which they've slept through Winter. They were totally unimpressed by my offering of Brussels-sprout leaves, and raced off in different directions at once. Herman graciously accepted an apple core. At time of writing (2 days later) we are back to icy gales and torrential rain, so I hope they're safely dug in somewhere in the garden, as there is no sign of them.