Buster is our 10-year-old Russian tortoise. All that you wanted to know about her and her meal this morning but didn’t really care to learn can be found after the jump. Or you can just enjoy the diversion that is the above video (though I’d recommend going full-screen to capture the nomnom’ing chelonian in all her sped-up glory.
So named in honor of Buster Keaton because of the stoic expression they both share, my mother found her burrowed into the dirt beneath a trashcan along the side of her Sherman Oaks house in October 2001, an escapee from a neighbor I couldn’t locate and so I gave the tiny land turtle a home that was a succession of larger but always inadequate fish tanks for the first 7 years we were together.
Finally in 2008 I purchased the lumber and built her an outdoor pen, and she went from having four square feet of glass-walled indoor space to the 25 square feet of Silver Lake backyard you see in this video. MUCH better for her.
Anyway, what this video first captures is me going through the motions of freshening up the water bowl she NEVER drinks from and picking up the uneaten bits of her previous meal before setting out her fresh breakfast, which consists of mixed greens (mustard, collard and turnip greens along with some spinach), some snail vine blossoms (her absolute seasonal favorite!), some sliced carrot, butternut squash, sweet peppers and broccoli. Then I spritz the pile of deliciousness with water and sprinkle upon it a ground-up store-bought mixture of dry grasses (alfafa, timothy, oat) supplemented with a dash of calcium/phosphorus powder.
A few minutes after I finish and leave, the sun gets up high enough for its rays to rouse Buster, and away she soon goes on the NomNom Express, making multiple and entertainingly (to me, at least) enthusiastic passes at the food in between wondering around the grounds. Bonus: she can also be seen voiding her bladder and pooping at various points along the way. And you might also spy me sweeping and Ranger the dog ranging momentarily in the background, but neither of us void anything, you’re welcome. At least not in the frame.
All told this is about 2.5 hours (between 8:30 and 11 a.m.) of a “Day in the Life of Buster the Tortoise” condensed down to three minutes. I hope you enjoy it.