It works like a charm every time. Dried shrimp are like a crack cocaine for Zack and Mack. Let me explain. The boys are finicky eaters. They always have been since day one. No common turtle food will pass through their two beaks. The first week we actually fed them baby food with a tiny syringe; slowly squeezing the pudding-like consistency protein into their little gullets.
We then found out that canned meal worms sent them to heaven. So meal worms it was. Canned, then live. I used to break the poor little meal worms in two so the boys could eat them. For several years they ate meal worms interspersed with occasional cooked chicken.
But from time to time, they would revolt and refuse to eat…So, it was time for the secret weapon…Dried Shrimp! Works every time. Kinda like marsh mellows for dogs. They can’t get enough.
So tonight, we had to resort to the dried shrimp. They went off the fish so, its now time to go back to the super-duper meal worms.
I know, I know, we spoil the boys. But quite frankly they loathe anything “green.” We tried it all and they just turn up their noses. Se tried offering an alternative diet for several days in a row, but no…the little meal tyrants would rather starve then let turtle food pass their lips… After three or four days, I usually give in and give them what they crave….petulant little guys, Zack and Mack.
Zack and Mack have their bags packed and they are they are definitely ready to go. How do we know? Because when it gets time to leave for the season, they slow down their eating. Of course, the cold weather and rain doesn’t have anything to do with that.
The boys know when its getting time to go. Same with Temple Dog when he was alive. He being a Lhaso Apso. He always knew when it was getting time to go. When we finally took his dish out to be packed, he would follow, go sit in the vehicle and wait until it was time to drive.
Zack and Mack are a little different. They watch us go in and out, with more items going out, than in. They get the clue that something is up. Usually, the night before, I take them out to their tank in the R.V. They have a special tank that is out of plastic, instead of glass. It has a built in “land” area that they like to call home.
I put the boys in there this afternoon and continued on with the business of packing. They would just sit in the same spot. Finally, they turned themselves around in a circle to the spot they were just in. Funny little guys.
Anyway, their bags are packed and they are ready to go. They know the difference between where we live and say, Tucson, or Southern Nevada, or even the Pacific Northwest. It’s the water. They know the difference between the well water at home and the city water we have to treat and use along the road. Of course, they do not stay in the tank while driving. No, we have a special little driving tank for them while travelling. Actually, it’s a plastic box with flap lids . I keep the boys next to me while driving. They settle down pretty quick and nap while I drive.
Ahh, the life of a two-headed turtle.