Saving Lola, a giant sea turtle!

Julie Goth pouring water on a stuck mama turtle.   

“Hey, Lawrie! There’s a sea turtle stuck between two rocks! Can you help me get her free?”

Rob Goth, our neighbor a few houses to the north of us on Isla Mujeres, stood in our courtyard shouting towards our upper deck. 

It was early in the morning, and we still had our bedroom door closed with the a/c running. We hadn’t heard him shout, but the dogs Sparky and Max had. They woofed, and Lawrie opened the door to investigate. 

Julie, Lawrie, and Rob - how are we going to do this?

Then Lawrie yelled an explanation to me and took off, leaving me to scramble out of the shower, throw on clothes, and dash after him with my camera in hand.

When I arrived on the beach side of Rob and Julie’s house, appropriately named Casa de Tortuga, Julie was gently pouring water over the turtle’s head, and Rob and Lawrie were discussing ideas to free her. 

The temperature was already a sweltering 30 °C but felt like 36 °C due to the high humidity, that’s 86 and 97 in the American temperature scale. 

Rob Goth, sun umbrella for turtle

The turtles can survive on land for short periods to lay their eggs, but the ladies always arrive after dark and usually leave by sunrise.

This poor mama was hot and getting hotter.

She was tightly jammed in a crevice between a ledge and an enormous chunk of rock. Fortunately, she was in the upright position, not standing on her head. 

Lawrie suggested lifting her out by her flippers. I said no, that might injure the muscles in her shoulders, and then she wouldn’t be able to swim. (What do I know?)

Rob went back to their house for a small, red and white beach umbrella and a bigger bucket to pour more water over her. 

Rob Goth, hat for him, bigger umbrella for turtle

I zipped out to the street, looking for a local who might know the number for the Tortugranja, the Turtle Farm. 

Tony Gutierrez was passing by, I asked him if he knew anyone at the Turtle Farm. He said yes, and offered to drive over to tell them we needed help.

Other neighbors, Cesar Sepúlveda and Sylvia Leal supplied a bigger beach umbrella and another bucket. Their daughter, Fanny pitched in with filling buckets of water and passing them to Rob. 

Visitors from Kansas City, who were staying at Vidrio del Mar, the Sea Glass House next to Rob and Julie's, helped wherever they could. As did a guest from nearby Punta Piedra.

Fanny lugging water. Guest from 'Sea Glass House" 

Cesar hopped into the family golf cart and drove to the Turtle Farm looking for help, not realizing I had already spoken to Tony Gutierrez.

More people arrived, everyone curious and trying to be helpful. Some of the new arrivals took turns pouring the water over her head and body, hoping to prevent heat exhaustion. 

Lawrie and I both grabbed large coils of rope from our house. 

Cesar and Sylvia contributed flat tie-down straps used for holding cargo in place.

More helpers arrived

It seemed like forever, but in reality, it was probably about thirty minutes before the turtle farm employees arrived. 

They decided to lift her out by her flippers…as I said, what do I know? (Yes, honey, you were right.)

The guys used the tie-down straps instead of the rope because the thin straps were easier to maneuver between the turtle’s body and her flippers. 

Success! She's moving.

Then Luis, Amado, and Emir lifted her, one on each side, and one grabbing her shell behind her neck. The first attempt didn’t work. Amado asked for a hammer and chisel, thinking to chip away a bit of the rock. 

Rob reached in and suggested they give it one more try, poof – she was out.

Cheers erupted, everyone grinning like little kids at the circus. 

Turtle guys and helpful visitors - hold her for a minute

The mama started off but she was dragging a strap still attached to her front flipper. 

Three guys struggled to hold her back while another (Luis maybe?) undid the strap. And then she was off.

Amado escorted her to the water’s edge, waving farewell.

Everyone is happy the turtle is headed back to the ocean

It was heartwarming to see so many people from Canada, the USA, and Mexico come together to help this one creature. 

The next day was Rob Goth's birthday, and as he said, "This was the best gift I could have dreamed of."

A really big thank you to the Tortugranja employees from all of us.

As we headed home, carrying two really heavy coils of rope, I turned to Julie Goth and Sylvia Leal, “Hey, what’s her name?” I asked, pointing at the retreating turtle.

Amado escorting 'Lola" back to her home.

“Lola!” They yelled back.

From all of us, happy travels, Lola, and for heaven’s sake, watch where you are going!

                ~
Later in the week, Capt. Tony Garcia found another mama turtle stuck near Casa Coral. 

He was able to rescue her as well. It might be an idea for homeowners on the Caribbean side of the island to do a morning check for trapped mama turtles.  Better than letting them bake to death in the sunshine. 

 

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Musical mariachis and hatching tortugas, Isla Mujeres Mexico

Warm Caribbean nights.  

Great music.  People-watching, oh, and baby turtles!  Could it get any better?

On Tuesday night, the Mariachi Band of the Fifth Naval Region (Mariachi de la Secretaría de Marina) performed in Centro as part of the annual Isla Fest, a summertime celebration of the anniversary of Isla Mujeres.  

Four vocalists - great voices

Four vocalists, Lieutenants Nancy Armenta, Victoria Tapia Master and Gustavo Lopez, plus the leader Captain Eduardo Navarro Graciano, lit up the stage with their huge smiles and rich voices. 

Lawrie and I arrived a few minutes ahead of the scheduled start time and were surprised that there were so few people in the audience.  

By the time the group started – precisely at eight o’clock, military time – the chairs were filled with navy and city officials and numerous locals.  

And then the music started. Wow! You could tell the group of eighteen musicians had been together for quite some time.  Everyone was relaxed and performing at their peak. It was a great way to spend an evening. 

As for the tiny turtles, as most of you know, we live in a house on the beach in Mexico, and summertime is turtle nesting time.  

Kim Bailey & Celeste Reed - Nashville 

The next night, Wednesday evening, as we were getting settled to enjoy a glass of wine and watch the sunset, we heard a voice yell: “Hey, he’s got a baby turtle!” Lawrie and I dashed out to the beach to see what was happening.  

Three visitors from Nashville had caught a local canine in the act of gulping down a hatchling. Too late! He licked his lips, checking around for another tasty treat but, the Nashville folks were fiercely guarding the nest. 

Bert Bailey - grinning like a little kid.

Unfortunately, this year, none of the eggs from the nests along our stretch of beach have been collected, allowing numerous neighbourhood canines to dig up eggs and sometimes the babies.  

SEMARNAT, the government office responsible for the ocean and shores around Mexico, in conjunction with the local turtle farm, have hatched approximately 33,000 baby turtles this summer.  A record-breaking 130,000 hatchlings are predicted for this year, creating a huge space problem.  The turtle farm is overflowing with nests, baby turtles, and eggs.  There just isn’t any more room for eggs.  Lucky for us, because of the overcrowding, we were able to experience a hatching firsthand, to see the baby turtles digging their way to the surface. 

Celeste Reed, taking babies to the water

Typically, we wouldn’t interfere with the process, but we didn’t want any more of the babies to become snack food for the lip-licking canine.  We spent the next thirty minutes gently scooping up about one hundred hatchlings as they struggled upwards towards the fading light of sunset.  

Our shoreline currently has a two-foot deep buildup of Sargasso seaweed, drifting in from the mid-Atlantic.  It is a weird phenomenon this year affecting all of the Caribbean beaches.  As the babies scrambled towards the ocean, they were faced with a mountain of seaweed, so our little group of humans gave them helicopter rides over the obstructions into the water. 

Seaweed drifting in from the Atlantic

Then, in the gathering dusk, the sharp-eyed frigate birds spotted the tiny bobbing heads, diving from great heights to snatch up a few of the babies.  The turtles face a long and arduous life of avoiding predatory fish, boat propellers, fishermen’s nets, illegal hunting, and entanglement in plastic trash. It isn’t easy being a turtle – about one turtle in a thousand will live to maturity.

Lawrie checked the nest again this morning.  A few more late arrivals managed to dig out and disappear under the cover of night, hopefully finding their way over the mound of seaweed to the sea and not towards the bright lights of Cancun.

Hard not to grin when you see baby turtles!

Now, if we could have arranged for the Mariachi band to perform at our house while we sipped wine and watched the turtles hatch - that would have been a five-star night!    

Hasta luego, Lawrie, Lynda, Sparky, and Thomas

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Landscaping by turtles, Isla Mujeres Mexico

Perfect turtle egg-laying weather

Yep, that’s what the title says: landscaping by turtles. 

I know, I know this is the second article in two months about turtles, but this is turtle season, folks!  

We are in the middle of the nesting season with possibly the largest number of returning turtles since the turtle farm came into existence about twenty years ago. 

Dozens of nesting holes

Hundreds and hundreds of the ladies are nightly digging up the beaches, creating four-foot deep holes on any small piece of sand on the eastern side of Isla Mujeres. The beaches look like a Bobcat earth mover has been at work, operated by someone like me, someone with a very short attention span.  “I’m bored with this hole, I think I’ll make another one over there, oh wait, that’s a better spot.”  And on, and on, into the night.

Sparky sniffing the mess left by the mama turtle

A few weeks ago, around mid-night, Sparky our little four-legged alarm system woke us with a woof.  Lawrie and I popped out of bed to investigate the strange noise coming from our ocean-side yard.  It sounded as if someone was shovelling sand, preparing to bury a body.  (You can tell, we read a lot of murder mysteries and thrillers.)  

A quick flick of the flashlight and we spotted a large sea turtle deep in the bushes on the south side of the house, violently flipping rocks and sand.  We wanted to help her find a better spot, but decided that she had to make her own decisions about the suitability of the location for her nest.  In the end, she abandoned the attempt and moved on to another place. 

Eggs were dug up by another mama turtle

The downside of so much nesting activity is that many of the eggs are not being collected by the turtle farm for hatching in their predator-free environment.  I have recently seen at least six large nests that have been re-dug the following night by another mama turtle, scattering eggs across the beach, crushing the fragile spheres with her large body.  It’s unfortunate.  Presumably, the turtle farm hatchery is filled to capacity.  The upside of the extra eggs is that the crabs and birds are happily feasting on the embryos, increasing their chances of producing more baby crabs or baby birds.

Mayan Riviera Sargassum seaweed 

Besides the challenge of finding a suitable place to nest, the mama turtles are facing another weird environmental phenomenon this year – Sargassum seaweed.  Literally tons of seaweed have been drifting in mats of vegetation and washing up on beaches throughout the Gulf of Mexico and the Caribbean Sea.  It is an unsightly mess causing problems in resort areas, especially the Mayan Riviera and Cancun.  The Sargassum seaweed is an algae that originates mid-Atlantic in the warm-bodied Sargasso Sea.  The reason for the problem is perplexing scientists and environmentalists everywhere.  

Tracks through neighbours' yard into ours.

The female sea turtles – in their strange turtle logic - are reluctant to cross the piles of seaweed.  It’s probably an old turtle tale handed down from generation to generation by the older turtles to the younger turtles.  “Don’t cross the seaweed or you will die.”  This year, the turtles seem to be getting over their fear and clambering over the accumulation of seaweed in their search for a nesting spot.

We have often wondered why the mama turtles seem to congregate on the eastern side of the island, instead of using the longer, flatter, and much softer beaches on the western side, the side facing Cancun.  

Is it because our beaches are more visible as the ladies arrive back at their home base?  Or is it just more expedient after mating to hit the first available beach and offload all those pesky eggs?  

The ladies expend so much effort digging in the rocky sand on the eastern side, I would think a few extra minutes spent scouting out a better location would be worth the time, wouldn’t it?  

As you can probably guess, we really enjoy watching the show in turtle season.  They are pretty darn amazing creatures. 

We wish you a long and peaceful life, my friends.

Hasta luego, Lynda, Lawrie, Sparky, and Thomas

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A Night of Terror!

Dawn - five minutes after six in the morning

Exhausted.  Her scraped and bleeding limbs drifting uselessly in the waves, Teresa lay on her back, unable to move.  Her mouth and nose covered by the shallow water, she struggled to breathe.  She had lain in this painful position for hours. 

In the dark of the night, Teresa had mistakenly stepped off a rocky ledge, landing hard on the beach below.  She knew she was in trouble, big trouble.  Dawn was breaking, and soon the hot tropical sun would bake against her body, slowly killing her if the lack of oxygen didn’t do her in first. If she could just get one decent breath of air, perhaps she could survive a bit longer. Just a little bit longer.

Turtle flipped over here

A noise!  She heard a noise that sounded like two voices with a background of sharp, excited yips. Trembling with fear, Teresa again futilely twitched her limbs.

“Oh god, she's alive!” shouted a voice.

“Awesome”, I exclaimed, “let’s flip her over!”

“How the heck do you flip a large turtle?” asked my neighbour Amy, with a bemused smile on her face.

“Carefully, very carefully!”  I laughed, set my camera down on the rocky outcropping, and ran to the turtle. 

Shaking her head at the absurdity of the situation, Amy released the leash of her young puppy, Bosch and joined me.

“Okay,” she said, “on three.  One, two, three!”  And we flipped a large, heavy turtle right-side up.

Different tortuga, Gaspar helping her dig a hole

With a flurry of splashing flippers, Teresa the Tortuga struggled to turn around – paddling, pushing, soaking both Amy and me with a slurry of seawater and sand. We were euphoric, laughing and shouting happily when the turtle managed to speed off into the deeper water, and away from her night of torment and terror.  

I had mistakenly put my camera too far out of reach, and by the time I grabbed it and pointed it at the fleeing tortuga, she had gone. Damn! The three dogs, Amy’s two dogs, Bowser and Bosch, and Sparky were very quiet.  They stared at the departing creature, unable to comprehend how it would swim out that far, that fast. 

Teresa the Tortuga - swimming to freedom

Tortuga flipping is not my normal routine at five minutes before dawn. Sparky and I usually do his first walk of the day at half-past six along the sidewalk to the gas station and back, fifteen or twenty minutes tops, and then it’s time for morning coffee.  

This morning I woke up at half-past five and decided to head out early.  Because it is turtle nesting season, I tucked a small camera into my pocket, hoping maybe, just maybe, I would get lucky with photos of a mama turtle laying eggs. 

Tortuga looking for the perfect spot

From mid-May to October, the female turtles typically arrive after sunset and search for a deep stretch of sand, digging one, two or even three test holes before settling on a location and depositing over a hundred eggs.  

The turtles are normally gone well before dawn; however, occasionally a female will still be laying eggs at sunrise, having spent too long searching for a perfect nesting site during the night. 

Baby turtles about to be released

Before the creation of the turtle conservation program and the Isla Mujeres turtle farm, the chances of a turtle egg hatching and the new babies surviving were minuscule. Dogs, birds, and humans all preyed on the eggs.  If the eggs did hatch, then large fish and more sea birds would gobble up the delicious hatchlings as they dashed for the ocean. 

Every year, the Isla Mujeres turtle farm gathers the eggs, then raises and releases up to ninety thousand baby turtles.  It’s a wondrous sight.  

Wet and sandy turtle flipper

On this morning, Sparky and I did our usual amble along to the gas station, and then I decided to walk back home along the beach. About halfway home, I noticed our neighbour Amy was out with their new puppy, Bosch, giving him a chance to have a morning pee. Bosch was excitedly barking at something in the ocean, so Sparky and I headed over to see what the excitement was all about.

As Amy and I stood discussing how sad it was to see a dead turtle, and wondering if she had been hit by a boat propeller, the turtle twitched her flippers.  And that’s when the fun started. 

By the time Teresa the Tortuga had successfully swum away, our laughter had alerted Amy’s husband, Luis, that something was up. He popped out onto their patio for a look, but the excitement was over.

We can only hope that Teresa the Tortuga survives to return, again and again, to this beach.  

Sea Turtles mating

But, she will likely have an aversion to that particular stretch of sand where she back-flipped off a rocky ledge onto the sand below. 

While she was struggling to survive, her mate was probably drifting offshore at South Point, wondering where she was and why his breakfast was late. 

Hasta Luego

Lynda, Lawrie, Sparky, Thomas

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