Monday, July 16, 2012

Consequences of the Fishing Industry

Thursday, July 12th

We attempted to release the injured pelican yesterday after feeding it some water and electrolytes, but it was unable to fly away. We were really hoping that it just needed a night of rest, but it was more injured than we thought so we put it back in the cage. Then, we blended some fish up and fed it because it was refusing to eat the live fish we put in its cage. Hopefully after some food in its belly, it will be strong enough to fly if its wing isn’t too injured.

The Inauguration for the turtle nesting season is this Saturday, so we spent most of the day finishing up projects to make the park look nicer, such as repainting, sweeping, raking, and picking up trash on the beach. One of the volunteers had to go to Monterrico, so TJ and I decided to tag along and get more cake. This time we got a small strawberry and vanilla cake. It was delicious! I’m going to treat myself to sweets more often down here!

We decided to eat at Myra’s house again (a local woman) because her food was so good last time. However, just as we were on our way out, we got a call from Alice (ex-ARCAS volunteer) stating that a dead turtle had washed up. She has been collecting data on the stranded/dead turtles as well as the appearance of the shrimp boats in order to prove that they are resulting in dead animals. She doesn’t have a GPS though, so she needed us to go to the turtle and use ours. It was probably one of the most disheartening things I have seen so far. Its carapace (shell) was almost completely cracked down the middle probably due to a run in with a boat (most likely a fishing boat). The worst thing about the whole situation is that a parlamero (one of the local egg collectors) walked right by the turtle carcass without even looking and then flicked his cigarette about two feet away. They just have such a blatant disregard for the species, which makes it hard to work with them. I have to admit that after seeing the turtle I became a little depressed and had to force myself to eat the meal Myra prepared. I know this part of the harsh reality of current sea turtle predicament, but I’m hoping I won’t see another dead turtle for awhile. 

 The cracked carapace

 

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