This was how I did my community service hours in high school - Turtle Patrol or something like that. Was very cool - walking the beaches, checking the nests, helping the babies get to the ocean while keeping the crabs and gulls away.
Enjoyed just about every day, except for the day when a dead adult turtle washed up and I had to bury it. That was a big fucking hole.
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