Could they have set him down any farther from the water? Poor little guy. Their survival rate is so poor. :( But it's still adorable watching him. Some days, I feel like that too.
That's not a turtle, that's a 100% photorealistic depiction of my internet connection.
Alas, I was so discombobulated I missed the post about being discombobulated. Suffice to say, my discombobulation story involved rice, maggots, and visitors expecting food. (Fun fact - maggots float!)
I realise I'm probably exiled to Karkoon now. Sorry.
Oh, NLiu. That sounds sufficiently horrifying. Fun story as well: yesterday a little 8-lb pup came in with 'lumps on her belly.' Well the grape-sized lumps had holes on top and turns out, they were breathing holes for bot fly babies. The man, a big 250-lb man, almost fainted when I told him. (Pup was fine with everything.)
There is something about larvae that is just so gross! And I will join you in Carkoon!
my sweetie-pie and i stumbled onto a turtle release a few years ago on a trip to mexico. in nature it would happen early morning after spending the night digging themselves out of the nest well back from high tide. that's why they're released so far away, to mimic nature.
Oh my goodness, Lennon! I feel queasy just imagining! I have so much admiration for anyone who deals with bodily fluids and... that sort of thing [blow fly BABIES?! SO. NOT. CUTE!!] as a job!
I've heard Karkoon has some nice sunsets, if you don't mind giant mosquitoes and surprise predators. We should pack bug spray.
Good to know that Floridians of my ilk are not deluded by doing things like this. Not my vid but I have been in such places.
From the amount of sea rack, it looks like a storm had recently passed. That would be one of only a handful of reasons someone was handling the baby. Usually the nests are marked and watched with a strict hands off policy, but storms tend to wash the nests away before hatching.
The reason it was placed so far from the water is so they know the difference between wet sand and dry sand. They may never touch land again, until they nest. The distance reminds them that they were born in dry sand and, usually, out their nests above the high tide mark.
I've helped with turtle laying at Mon Repos (in Oz). We had to move the freshly laid eggs up the beach to where it was safer for the nest after the eggs were laid.
I remember I was staying on Heron Island in the Great Barrier Reef and there was a cyclone around, so the weather was topsy turvy. A clutch of turtles hatched in the middle of the day. We spent hours chasing the seagulls away so the bubs could make it to the water. However, we couldn't scare away the six or seven sharks waiting just off the beach. We did our best, but weren't willing to go too far out ourselves. Our only hope was if most turtles got to the water the odds of some surviving had to be greater.
With these monstrous words you're suggesting, is there any reason to hold out hope that you'll finally list "the" and "of" among the five words we must use.
Is it too much to hope for a first-person narrative where you force us to use "I?"
A guy can dream, can't he.
Mr. Forti, what's next on your TBR list? I'll just go buy your book now and get this over with.
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Could they have set him down any farther from the water? Poor little guy. Their survival rate is so poor. :( But it's still adorable watching him. Some days, I feel like that too.
Made. My. Day. Been struggling a bit lately, and that cute little fella was just what I needed. THANKS!
Yesterday in my yard I saw a frog the size of my fingernail.
This is me, going in to work every Monday morning.
Whoa, that's so incredible. I can't believe how any survive, the surf just looks way too powerful for such a little thing.
That's not a turtle, that's a 100% photorealistic depiction of my internet connection.
Alas, I was so discombobulated I missed the post about being discombobulated. Suffice to say, my discombobulation story involved rice, maggots, and visitors expecting food. (Fun fact - maggots float!)
I realise I'm probably exiled to Karkoon now. Sorry.
Yeah, what Laura above said!
This is me trying to get to work every morning jammed onto the Q66 bus with bicycles, mariachi trios and baby strollers the size of Volkswagens.
Oh, NLiu. That sounds sufficiently horrifying. Fun story as well: yesterday a little 8-lb pup came in with 'lumps on her belly.' Well the grape-sized lumps had holes on top and turns out, they were breathing holes for bot fly babies. The man, a big 250-lb man, almost fainted when I told him. (Pup was fine with everything.)
There is something about larvae that is just so gross! And I will join you in Carkoon!
That cute turtle literally hit the ground running. And boy was he fast.
Thanks Janet. That was fun to watch.
my sweetie-pie and i stumbled onto a turtle release a few years ago on a trip to mexico. in nature it would happen early morning after spending the night digging themselves out of the nest well back from high tide. that's why they're released so far away, to mimic nature.
Oh my goodness, Lennon! I feel queasy just imagining! I have so much admiration for anyone who deals with bodily fluids and... that sort of thing [blow fly BABIES?! SO. NOT. CUTE!!] as a job!
I've heard Karkoon has some nice sunsets, if you don't mind giant mosquitoes and surprise predators. We should pack bug spray.
That baby turtle's trek to the surf was my first Camp NaNoWriMo adventure. (I won yesterday!) Now back to writing...
Good to know that Floridians of my ilk are not deluded by doing things like this. Not my vid but I have been in such places.
From the amount of sea rack, it looks like a storm had recently passed. That would be one of only a handful of reasons someone was handling the baby. Usually the nests are marked and watched with a strict hands off policy, but storms tend to wash the nests away before hatching.
The reason it was placed so far from the water is so they know the difference between wet sand and dry sand. They may never touch land again, until they nest. The distance reminds them that they were born in dry sand and, usually, out their nests above the high tide mark.
I've helped with turtle laying at Mon Repos (in Oz). We had to move the freshly laid eggs up the beach to where it was safer for the nest after the eggs were laid.
I remember I was staying on Heron Island in the Great Barrier Reef and there was a cyclone around, so the weather was topsy turvy. A clutch of turtles hatched in the middle of the day. We spent hours chasing the seagulls away so the bubs could make it to the water. However, we couldn't scare away the six or seven sharks waiting just off the beach. We did our best, but weren't willing to go too far out ourselves. Our only hope was if most turtles got to the water the odds of some surviving had to be greater.
If you listen closely when that first wave hits, you can hear the turtle ... "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
She sounds like the pig from the old Geico commercial as she goes all the way home.
With these monstrous words you're suggesting, is there any reason to hold out hope that you'll finally list "the" and "of" among the five words we must use.
Is it too much to hope for a first-person narrative where you force us to use "I?"
A guy can dream, can't he.
Mr. Forti, what's next on your TBR list? I'll just go buy your book now and get this over with.
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