| Linda G. and her baby turtle |
How do you make a grown-up grin like a little kid? Hand her a squirming baby turtle.
The result is a
wide, face-splitting grin.
Arriving on Media Luna beach, near the north end of the island, we fully expected the turtle release start time would be approximate, más o menos, meaning more or less, accompanied by the appropriate mocking hand wiggle-waggle.
Surprisingly, the event started on time!
Large green tubs of wriggling baby turtles were transported on a flat-deck truck from the turtle farm, getting as close to the beach as possible.
Then, individual turtle farm workers lifted the heavy buckets overhead, toting the turtles down to the beach.
Covetous hands of all sizes stretched out, pushing plastic buckets and containers towards the workers as they carefully scooped handfuls of turtles to distribute to the crowd.
My sister Joann, Lawrie’s sister Linda, and island friends Andy and Yumiko were as excited as anyone; holding the babies up for photos, releasing them onto the sand for the dash to the water, and groaning when the surf unceremoniously tossed ‘their turtle’ back on the beach.
How anyone could tell which turtle was their turtle – I have no idea.
They are all small, all moving, and all about the colour of dried seaweed. At this point in their lives, these turtles are about one inch tall, and the waves were about twelve inches high - similar to a human swimming in twelve-foot waves.
It becomes a fine balance between creating the
right lighting for good photographs to increase the interest in the turtle release
program, and dark enough that the maximum number of babies will at least
survive the initial launch.
Without the assistance of the hatching program, a baby turtle has a one-in-a-thousand chance of surviving.
Arriving on Media Luna beach, near the north end of the island, we fully expected the turtle release start time would be approximate, más o menos, meaning more or less, accompanied by the appropriate mocking hand wiggle-waggle.
Surprisingly, the event started on time!
Then, individual turtle farm workers lifted the heavy buckets overhead, toting the turtles down to the beach.
Covetous hands of all sizes stretched out, pushing plastic buckets and containers towards the workers as they carefully scooped handfuls of turtles to distribute to the crowd.
| Joann with baby turtle |
How anyone could tell which turtle was their turtle – I have no idea.
They are all small, all moving, and all about the colour of dried seaweed. At this point in their lives, these turtles are about one inch tall, and the waves were about twelve inches high - similar to a human swimming in twelve-foot waves.
| Birds arriving to feast on babies |
As the flocks of
predatory birds swooped over the waves, plucking up the unlucky ones, I couldn’t
help but think that maybe a slightly later start time would have been
better.
Timing is everything.
Timing is everything.
| Photographers in surf |
Without the assistance of the hatching program, a baby turtle has a one-in-a-thousand chance of surviving.
| I am NOT touching that! |
| Andy, Yumiko, first turtle release |
Their grins were delightful; their enjoyment infectious. Great memories.
Unfortunately, in recent years, the public participation in turtle releases has been suspended for the health of the babies.
Hasta Luego
Lynda & Lawrie
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