|A perfect summer's day on Isla Mujeres|
The weather is perfect for the mama turtles to make their annual trek to the beaches, digging deep holes with their flippers and abandoning their buried eggs to their fate.
And then ....
a hurricane arrives!
|The beginning of Hurricane Ernesto|
Hurricane season corresponds almost exactly to the mating and egg-laying season for the giant sea turtles, starting in June and ending in late October.
It is either a perfect symbiotic relationship, or a colossal joke played on these lumbering beasts.
In the absence of my ownership of a PhD in the science of sea turtles, I am surmising that the relationship has developed over the millennium to accommodate a supply of food for the turtles as they gather to participate in a little fun with members of the opposite sex.
Otherwise why do it?
|At south end of Isla Mujeres sea turtles mate.|
|A mama sea turtle's long march during the night.|
|Watching the wind-swollen surf pound the island.|
In the aftermath of Hurricane Ernesto, with the wind-swollen surf pounding our beaches do the female turtles have regrets?
"Darn! I wish I'd laid my eggs yesterday."