Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Day 101 - Dog Gone It

Date: 10/9/12
Location: Costa de Oro, Costa Rica


Word of the day: valla - fence
Turtle Fact: baby turtles naturally know which direction is the water

Today is the first day I am "officially back into the research assistant me mindset - welcome back Vic!

This morning I awake at 5am for a hatchery check and bike ride along the beach to
check what might have come up over night. Upon checking the hatchery I see that another nest has been gotten into. I'm pissed. To get a second set of eyes on this, I awake sleeping beauty (Kayla) and we observe the damage and start the report it process. With 1 nest of hatched turtles and another 14 babies walking around free in the hatchery we gathered them up and place them in a bucket in preparation for releasing them. Luckily this time, the dog did not dig down far enough down to get to the eggs. I would imagine the beast just got to the first layer of turtles that were in the nest, before its thirst of blood and shells was quenched.

I take the baby turtles for a little bike ride and release them some distance to the south. I continue the patrol only to find one nest that had been poached. When I return, I release one more turtle that had came up to the surface.

Breakfast - regular pancakes with papaya sauce.
For this mornings labor I rake out the hatchery, pick up the racked piles I had made on beach, expand I the garden even more and finish planting
the mangrove seedlings.

Lunch - leftovers.

I head out to the front of the property to finally paint the Pretoma sign in front of our house. The wooden sign had been blank for fa too long for my liking. Using my tablet as a reference, I stencil in the copy and paint away, wishing for no precipitation this afternoon.

After I tie up some loose ends with the mileage signs and mount them on the post on the beach. By this time Ingrid has joined our merry band and seems to be with us for an
indefinite period of time. With her, a black getting was dropped of in hopes to add some extra security to the hatchery. As a personal opinion, I doubt this will have much of an effect from deterring the canine killers, but there is only one way tl find out. We use the staple gun Kayla's dad so awesomely donated tot he project from Courtney's latest shipment of goodies her family brought in from the states.

Dinner - Pizza (chicken, cream cheese, tomatoes and onion & chorizo,tico cheese, pepper and onion.

Patrol. 8:30 we head out. I patrol to the south on foot only to find a newly washed up dead turtle.

Sleep.

Lesson: Never trust a hungry dog. Ever.
Food: pizza. Made the dough the night before and gave it night in the fridge for all the flavors and yeast to do their job.
Animals: Crabs, Dogs, Birds, Mosquitoes

Something I am thankful for: Nets. Keeps things out, or in.
Something I don't want to admit: I hope a crocodile finds the dog responsible for breaking into the hatchery and has an appetite the self.

Total Nest I have saved:  36
Total Nests Poached on my Patrol: 35
Total Turtle Eggs I saved: 4179
Total Baby Turtles I Released: 811
Days of Rain: 63/97

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