Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I made a quick cheese and veg on a bagel, kissed DH, said 'bye to the cat, and headed to the beach. We were a smaller crowd tonight, our head scientist and the staff, the older couple who show up and eventually doze off in their chairs, and later in the evening a mom and daughter, and another mother and her 3 year old (who is so funny).
We talked a lot about what will happen or what might have happened - Friday will be day 75 of the incubation period, and the marine biologists will have to decide if we want to keep watching, or excavate the nest, or what. And there are all kinds of things that could have gone wrong, but we don't want to think about that.
So we sat and waited and watched, hoping that we'd see the babies. None showed up. We watched the moon set beyond the horizon, a cruise ship sail past, fish jumping, Brewster the juvenile turtle surfaced a few times before heading to the bottom for the night. Apparently turtles have their own personal routines and seem to follow them fairly regularly - we see Brewster almost every night, just a few feet offshore, where he surfaces a few times, looks at us, then goes to his turtle bed. He does everything but wave goodnight at us.
We're still waiting, even if it's for 3 days and we don't see anything. There's a birthday party planned for Thursday evening, the mother of one of the staff members (she's also another art teacher, I've known her for years) so that will help pass the time. Although that would be a good night for our turtle babies to hatch.