We were lucky to be at Aransas Pass when the national park at North Padre Island released a clutch of newly hatched Kemp's Ridley turtles. It was an experience to remember forever. RAY
I was there for the "frenzy" On the Padre Island shore The day the park rangers Set the tiny turtles free. Eighty-eight babies Struggled to the gulf, And I was there to see. They paddled and pushed their way Toward the morning sun. One hundred fifty watched-- I was only one. A net extended over them, Protection from the gulls. Flags on long poles waving Made the bandits mull. The babes like bite sized cookies Sanded with brown sugar. They moved away with purpose, Each one near the other. In a decade the "arrabada" Will follow a storm ashore. Each will leave a "clutch" behind Of maybe a hundred more.
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