If you ever get the chance to watch a nest of sea turtles hatch, I recommend dropping what you’re doing and running to the beach.
It’s a rare sight and I was lucky enough to witness it with my family on vacation at Fernandina Beach last week.
I’m not a biologist or ecologist or whatever type of “ogist” that would be an expert in sea turtles. That being said, here is my unscientific report on the brief and magical migration I saw firsthand:
The sand above the nest, taped off to protect it by a local preservation society, began to rumble earlier that night. A neighbor came up the beach telling everyone the hatch was imminent. When we arrived the sand was bubbling like boiling water getting ready to explode. Continue reading
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