Blog Post by Yoshinari Fukuzawa from Middlebury College
Journal 1: The sea turtle eggs were so soft, so delicate. While we knelt on the warm sand and reached deep into the hole we dug, our hands gently searched for the surface of the eggs. Once found, we took each out, one by one, clasping the soft shells that individually held a life inside. Although frightened we might break an egg, we felt thrilled once our fingers came upon the smooth surfaces. “Mother’s touch,” one of us spoke out, which referenced our roles as a group. That morning on the beach, we were the mothers of the baby sea turtles. We were removing them from danger and relocating them to safety. We were their caregivers.
However, as we looked east, we saw a coati breaking into another sea turtle nest and eating the eggs inside. Seeing the animal, our guide told us that we unfortunately couldn’t save the nest. Even as caregivers, we have our limits. We could not fend off every animal that preys on sea turtle eggs. Regardless, that experience gave us motivation to do better and try harder while working with Osa.
Journal 2: On Friday, we rolled out of the bed at five in the morning and slowly made our way to the beach with our guide and another group. Taking off our boots and flip flops, we entered the hatchery and walked toward the protected nests containing baby sea turtles. “Olive Ridley species,” our guide told us. After this brief introduction to the species, we got down to business. Taking turns, we took the sea turtles out of their nests and placed them into a bucket.
Throughout this process, the sea turtles were scrambling and climbing on top of each other and faced toward the ocean, eager to start their journey into the crashing waves. Once we placed the last turtle in the bucket, we left the hatchery and headed toward the shore. A bird cawed above us on a tree. We took the baby turtles out one by one, hoping that predators would not come swooping down. Once we placed them on the warm sand, the energetic turtles started making a beeline into the blue water.
The ocean started to tease them by engulfing them but not carrying them along with the tide. After the sea turtles stroked their flippers a few more times, the waves crashed and covered them once again. However, this time, the turtles were taken into the water. We stood behind the crawling little creatures, keeping watch until the last one was finally welcomed by the blue-green sea. We could then say that we safely sent the sea turtles on their way to their home, the ocean. I wonder how many of them will survive into adulthood and create more sea turtles to continue the cycle.
The sun was shining brightly in the sky and the waves crashed loudly onto the soft sands of the beach. From there I, along with my group, walked back to the station with the sound of the ocean following us. I hope for the best for the baby sea turtles as they embark on their new adventure.
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