You may have seen the pictures I posted last week (on my Facebook page) of Jamie releasing baby turtles in Cancun. But those Mexican turtles had been cordoned off as soon as their mothers laid the eggs and very carefully protected.
There were tons of nests at Royal Sands, Cancun…
And each participant was handed a baby turtle or three (out of 421!) to send into the Caribbean waters…and to watch to make sure she swam off rather than to the shore.
But a baby turtle at Royal Palms? This narrow beach with all day foot traffic where half of it is surrounded by sea wall?
But there he was. And based on her extensive experience (she would like to request that you now call her “Turtle Whisperer”), this guy was a little older than the Cancun newborns. His shell was a bit harder and he didn’t have his egg sack below him.
After a brief photo session (without flash of course. Only a true monster would disorient a baby turtle)…
He gave a few flaps in the water and then dove deep and out of sight. Swim little guy…swim to the Sargassum!
Later that evening, Jamie took a look in the same area to see if there were any more turtles and sadly, there was one. Not in such a good place…he was dinner for a pack of crabs.
She fought off the crabs valiantly and buried him at sea.
No picture necessary.
Does anyone know what kind of turtle this is? Or why he might have been down here in town crawling on a side walk? Maybe the dredging has something to do with it?