I live in a woodland area of Wichita, KS where box turtles habitats are compromised. Actually, "Carl" (the 3-toed box turtle in the 2nd photo) was my 1st box turtle since I relocated to Wichita a yr and a half ago. I found him in a park and took him home. Later, I found "Fern" and took her home as well. I built a 4 x 8 ft. habitat for them off my deck and then a neighbor brought me the little box turtle in the first photo who had been hit by a commercial lawnmower. Although I could see her lungs, the air sac surrounding them had not been compromised. I took her to my Avian Vet - an infection was already setting in. He injected her with antibiotics and sent me home with orally administered pain killers and an antiseptic rinse. Every other day, I took her back for another antibiotic injection. I faithfully administered the painkiller with a syringe, much like we feed baby birds. She was very cooperative -- everytime I picked her up, she opened her mouth trying to bite me and I just stuck the syringe in and pushed the plunger down. LOL Antiseptic rinses were done 3 times a day. The patient was surly throughout these acts of kindness; but I'm pleased to say, Shellie's carapace has grown back in the last year and she even bred with Carl before he was released back into the wild last fall. All in all, I have had 8 box turtles found or given to me in the past year. 5 of which I have rehabilitated and released in a beautiful rural area where I grew up. Next summer, Shellie and another female should be ready to release; although I'm not sure I'm ready to release Shellie. I have one male 3-toed box turtle, Arnold, who will have to remain in my care for the end of his (or my) life. The scutes on the rim of his carapace (the top shell) over his rear end were sheared off by a predator, so his saggy little bottom will always be hanging out. I named him Arnold after Arnold Swartzenegger-- I had seen a very disturbing photo on the cover of The Inquirer while checking out at the grocery store showing a recent image of Mr. Swartzenegger in a Speedo at the beach. His buttocks looked just like his saggy-baggy little namesakes.