Editor's note: This is the fourth in a series of posts from Emily and Kerri Lynn's trip to North Carolina to watch loggerhead sea turtles nesting this week.
You may have noticed the lack of update yesterday â€“ we were on the beach during the wee hours of Thursday morning watching another nesting mother (!), and then we drove over to the Topsail Island Sea Turtle Hospital for most of the day, so stay tuned for full posts (and photos) on those events next week.
But for today, I wanted to return to a recurring theme in this weekâ€™s adventure: beach erosion. When I came down to Bald Head last September to see loggerhead hatchlings, I didnâ€™t hear a word about beach erosion. Thatâ€™s not to say it wasnâ€™t happening, but this time, itâ€™s on everybodyâ€™s lips.
Editor's Note: This is the third in a series of blog posts chronicling Emily and Kerri Lynn's trip to North Carolina to find nesting loggerhead sea turtles. Read yesterday's update and stay tuned for more.
I could leave you in suspense about what happened last night, but I wonâ€™t because itâ€™s too exciting. We saw a female loggerhead last night â€“ the same one twice, in fact.
As usual we got to the beach around 10. We didnâ€™t ride in the utility vehicles this time because the night before (a few hours after we left), Lolaâ€™s axle broke.
So we chatted with Brett, the BHICâ€™s sea turtle biologist, who showed us how to make the sand light up. Bald Headâ€™s beach is bioluminescent at night, so when you take a step, your footprint is illuminated like the night sky for a few seconds. It kept the kids â€“ and us â€“ very entertained.
At 11 we saw a bright red headlamp light flickering 100 yards or so down the beach. Brett radioed the interns. No answer. The bouncing red light got closer, and turtle intern Anna came into view.
â€śTurtle!â€ť she said. â€śBut I think itâ€™s gonna be a false crawl.â€ť We dashed down the beach. We stopped when we spotted the dark oval on the side of the dune. She was, incredibly, climbing up a fairly steep dune. â€śSheâ€™s looking for dry sand,â€ť said an intern.
Editor's note: This is the second of a series of posts about Emily and Kerri Lynn's week-long trip to North Carolina in hopes of witnessing loggerhead sea turtles nesting. Check out last year's trip to see sea turtles hatching. Stay tuned for more updates this week.
Last night I learned what itâ€™s like to be an all-night sea turtle patroller. Okay, so I only did it for a little more than an hour, but I think I got the idea.
Kerri Lynn and I joined the BHI turtle interns on their patrol rounds on the beach, which start at 9 p.m. and end at 6 a.m. The patrols are crucial to the on-the-beach conservation process. The interns tag the females, take measurements, and mark the location of the nests to build protective cages over them to keep out foxes and other predators.
Plus, they relocate a nest if it is laid on a vulnerable section of beach. So far this year, theyâ€™ve had to relocate a whopping nine of the twelve nests mainly due to beach erosion.
Editor's note: This is the first of a series of posts about Emily and Kerri Lynn's week-long trip to North Carolina in hopes of witnessing loggerhead sea turtles nesting.
Check out last year's trip to see sea turtles hatching. Stay tuned for more updates this week.
Greetings! Oceana science fellow Kerri Lynn Miller and I are down on Bald Head Island, NC hoping to witness female loggerhead sea turtles laying their eggs.
Yesterday evening we attended the Bald Head Island Conservancyâ€™s sea turtle talk and spoke about Oceanaâ€™s work to protect sea turtles. We asked folks to sign postcards telling the government to put turtle excluder devices (TEDs) in all trawl fisheries in the U.S., which accidentally capture hundreds of sea turtles every year.
After the talk ended, around 9:45, several dozen of us with red-cellophane-wrapped flashlights headed to the beach in the hopes of seeing a female come ashore. Spoiler alert: we didnâ€™t see one. But hey, it was only the first night.
We waited until almost midnight on the beach stargazing and talking turtles with Anna, one of the BHICâ€™s six sea turtle interns this season. She clutched a walkie talkie, hoping to get word from the other interns patrolling the beach on utility vehicles that theyâ€™d come across a turtle.
Around 11:30 her radio crackled â€“ â€śAnna, can you hear me?â€ť the voice said. A long pause, and all of us were suddenly on the edge of our sandy blanket.