One of my favorite memories from growing up in South Florida was finding turtle nests hatching. All of the houses there covered their lights that faced towards the ocean, since the little ones would go the wrong way if they saw the bright lights. We used to scoop up the sand beneath the ones heading the wrong way and ferry them to the water, past the birds that were eyeing them. And for the very wayward ones, the turtle rehabilitation center had a cooler on a post, like a cold mailbox, that you could drop off any found turtles in at any time - they would take care of them and get them ready to release when they had grown enough to be likely to survive. Thank you for the article, I'm happy you got to experience that!
One of my favorite memories from growing up in South Florida was finding turtle nests hatching. All of the houses there covered their lights that faced towards the ocean, since the little ones would go the wrong way if they saw the bright lights. We used to scoop up the sand beneath the ones heading the wrong way and ferry them to the water, past the birds that were eyeing them. And for the very wayward ones, the turtle rehabilitation center had a cooler on a post, like a cold mailbox, that you could drop off any found turtles in at any time - they would take care of them and get them ready to release when they had grown enough to be likely to survive. Thank you for the article, I'm happy you got to experience that!
This is mighty work Mike.