It was a bittersweet moment. A rare thing was happening on this beach in Georgia. A loggerhead sea turtle obeyed the call of her kind and rose from the buoyant sea to the burdensome sand. This alien, waterless stuff under her flippers would soon shelter her eggs. If only she could get above the high tide line. If only she could make it to the powder-soft dunes. It was not easy. She was very large, very heavy, and it was low tide. But darkness was her ally, and it was time.
She finally found the right spot and began digging her nest. Her hind flippers created a womb in the still-warm sand, two feet deep, large enough to hold 120 or so round, rubbery eggs. Then she eased herself over the hole to release the eggs, and the people watching in darkness came up to her. Red lights played across her carapace. Alien hands touched her. No matter what these people did to her, she would not leave until the last of the eggs were secreted away in their chamber. Read the rest of this entry »