As the sky slowly turned a rosy pink, and the waves lapped a little higher on the sand, a small crowd began to gather on the beach. Curiosity is instinctual to me and so I found my feet pressing softly into the warm sand before consciously deciding to. At the centre of the crowd I found a man. A man with a bucket full of baby turtles. All around me people were stretching out their hands and as they did so he would place a baby in their palm. Guy reached out and had one placed into his hand. It was black and so delicate I fell in love instantly. We carefully carried it to the ocean and Guy set out battling against the waves to set it free. As I watched, out of the corner of my eye I spotted a little black body floating in the shallows next to my feet. I picked it up as gently as I could feeling clumsy and gargantuan as I did so. Stepping into the warm water I struggled to keep my balance against the pounding of the waves. My little turtle flapped his arms and lifted his head as if he could sense how close freedom was. All around me local children ducked and dove through the waves picking up the babies that were being buffeted back by the waves. Their sqeals of laughter rung out more loudly than the crashing of the ocean. Gradually I made it out as far as I could but the waves were too strong. My little turtle had no chance of making it out to sea. I waited for Guy to return – he had swum far out past the breakers, farther than I dared to go. While I waited I told my little turtle that he’d be free soon. I whispered to him to be brave and strong, and when I passed him to Guy I kissed him goodbye.
They have a battle ahead of them and maybe that’s the way nature intended it.
Good luck little ones. Buena suerte tortugitas.