Friday Friday gotta find crawls on Friday everybody's lookin forward to the turtles turtles

On Friday we had sea turtle training. We didn’t meet any real sea turtles, we just went over the procedures of turtle patrols, finding “crawls”, (spots in the sand where tracks are left by a sea turtle crawling onto shore) and properly marking the spots, counting and/or collecting eggs to move the nests to safer areas if need be, and once the eggs hatch, “escorting” the baby turtles into the water, accompanying them on their journey across the beach and protecting the tiny endangered babies from predators like ghost crabs and raccoons. Two other very nice folks were with us (the interns) as well, Tim and Tommy, two retired people volunteering for the sea turtles. They live right there on the refuge in RVs and work there on the sea turtle conservation project full-time as part of a special volunteer arrangement with the refuge. That is definitely the sort of thing I'd love to be doing once I retire someday, assuming that by the time I retire there are still sea turtles, and I'm not some road warrior riding his bike gang across the wasteland. All I know is that if I were Mel Gibson, I'd totally be doing better than beaver puppets at this point in my career. Or would I? Speaking of beavers, there were beavers the size of bears during the early pleistocene era. Isn't that crazy? About as crazy as Mel Gibson. Not as racist, though.