Thu, Aug 25, 2011
The day before a hurricane, is not the best time to be born.
Not if you’re a Sea Turtle anyway.
Here is what the ocean in Cocoa Beach looked like yesterday.
Here is what it looks like today.
• Pay attention to the guys trying to paddle out, I think one of them may have drowned
• The girl on the boggy board took a beating like a ragdoll
• The Kite Boarder is pretty crazy
The baby Sea Turtle at the end was a loner.
No brothers or sisters around, they all left without him. I had to drop the camera suddenly because 6 seagulls were getting ready to dive at him.
I know you are not supposed to intervene and handle them. Maybe nature says I should have let him be a snack, but I couldn’t do it. So I picked him up and waded out as far as I could to let him go.
But what if the only reason the seagulls saw him was because they saw me looking at him. Then I had to intervene. Good, now I feel OK about it.
I am supposed to go to Marsh Harbor, Abacos Bahamas, next Wednesday, to sail on a catamaran for a week for my 50th birthday. However some bitch name Irene is about to pounce right on top of where my boat is waiting for me.
I guess it is a good thing I am not there NOW, that my vacation was planned for next week not this week.
Maybe there is something to that “timing is everything” cliché.