Turtle Hatching
The endangered green turtle, which has suffered from habitat loss, poaching, pollution and a host of other human-related conflicts around the world is finding refuge in Lamu. An initiative by the Lamu Marine Conservation Trust, supported by the Tusk Trust, is aiming to create an incentive for local fisherman and ex-turtle poachers to protect instead of harm not only green turtles but hawksbill (also endangered) and olive ridley turtles, which nest in the Lamu area. Rewards are given to fisherman for releasing turtles caught in nets, and ex-poachers have been hired to protect the nests of turtles to ensure higher survival rates.
Here are photographs from a recent turtle hatching on nearby Manda Island:
Photograph by CMB.
Photograph by CMB
Photograph by CMB
Photograph by CMB
Photograph by CMB
Photograph by CMB
Photograph by CMB
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THE TURTLES
The turtles tattles out of their concealing seas of sea’s sands
And their trots tittles, tootles towards the twinkle trickles
Of the waggle-wiggle of the water waves
Hopping, hoping its big backlashes to the shoals reach
And carry afar-Afar from the faithless men
Them soar sail and cruise away from the inhumane humans……..
The greens, the hawksbills, the olive-ridleys, loggerheads…………
The turtles….. Tootles……towards the trickle twinkles
Of the oceans oscillations……………..
I would touch it the tender turtle’s young yolk
And feel the flaps of her fore-fingers folk
And the jades of her gem like green glisters rock
The lilac luster’s of her luxuriant trophy lock
The hard shell shield shawl of their shoulders yoke
Even if the rules may dictate not to dare dote or poke
With finger, its pretty attractiveness look
I would defy their definition drafts and rook
To feel the dexterous divisions of her shells’ book
Her youngness fork,
The softness of her under-bellies brindled block
And the flaps of her finesse finger-like fins fuddles
The paddle pads of her peddling hand-like handles
And the engrossed watching eyes of her hiding head huddles
The checkers of her colourfully coloured checked shell shades
The mosaic of her magnificent petal paints plaids;
Its foliage faints hides of marmalades
I would steal her, safely keep and dear rear
And stand the humiliations the bars bear
And the biting binds of the nettle knuckle chain
Than watch her extinct forever: fade and wane
World though weirdly wild save her from my thrift thefts!
For I won’t watch a bereaved bereft
Of a once upon-a-time beauty tales of a worlds be-left
Inadequate again
As the mammoths, the dinosaurs………slain!