Skyrockets in flight.... afternoon delight....

For several weeks now, I have been stalking the box turtles around our house, camera in hand, trying to get a decent picture of one with its neck stuck out. 

 They have such lovely colors around their faces and legs...

 but none of them have been particularly cooperative. 

Our boy saw one the other day walking along carrying in its mouth a mulberry twig with berries on it. By the time I got out there with the camera, it had dropped the twig, no doubt because our boy scared it.

I mostly have given up on getting the perfect turtle shot.

We usually walk up the driveway after lunch to see if there is anything exciting in the rural mailbox. I don't always take the camera with me, but I grabbed the camera on the way out the door, just in case there was anything exciting along the way.

Indeed there was.

We came across these two turtles in love. 

Squeaker thought it was interesting too.

His lady friend seemed the retiring type, perhaps embarrassed at being caught in the act. He didn’t seem to care that he had an audience.

There was nothing exciting in the mailbox. Turtles don't rush sex. They were still at it when we came back down the driveway.