Beloved pet tortoise found after two weeks on the run
Mindy the tortoise has lived with her Bicester-based owner, Percy Tustain's mother, for a quarter of a century.
However, in late July she went missing in the Kings End area of town, sparking social media appeals from Mr Tustain and his sister.
Mindy is back home (Image: Percy Tustain)READ MORE: Beloved pet tortoise on the run in Oxfordshire town
Described as having some paint and a crack-like mark on her shell, Mindy is reportedly an excellent climber.
The family asked the public to keep an eye out in the gardens and under pots and other garden features.
After two weeks she was found with a little cut, but no other damage, and was reunited with her owner.
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