Baby, you're soo hard...

At a Tortoise Shelter near the temple at Kusu, a couple of chelonians appear to be coupling in full view of the visiting public who threatened to sink the island with their numbers and overbearing devotion. The little man-made bay which the temple overlooks used to house a family of assorted sea turtles. But the reptiles have been moved to fancier pads at Sentosa, where they earn their keep by drawing in the dollars. Visitors who worry that the animals might prove more valuable in soup than seawater tanks can help fund their maintenance by tossing coins into the wishing well in the middle of the elevated walkway, which is said to grant fortune to the cheerful custodians of this refuge on the reef. The true caretakers of the temple, however, are spared the trouble of taking care of such pecuniary matters. Instead, they are saddled with the joy of housing and feeding dozens and dozens of turtles in enclosures in and around the shrine, courtesy of devotees who deliver the creatures in an errand of merit. Hemmed in by steep walls, the turtles mingle in sullen silence and mate to no avail, for there is no way out for them to find fresh water and dig a hole for the poor sods that have not even the fortune to emerge from a turtle's eggs.