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Turtle Hatchlings, Wet, Sloppy Seal Kisses And Feeding Dolphins
On The East Coast Of Australia
by Dawnelle Salant
May 2005

Australia

Mon Repos

On Australia’s East Coast, just about every month of the year is part of a season bursting with special wildlife activity. Some of these seasons, such as the presence of stingers in the north, are not always welcome. But one of the most interesting and exceptional seasons takes place from November to March.

Fifteen kilometers northeast of Bundaberg, Queensland at Mon Repos, marine turtles drag themselves onto the beach to lay their eggs, and starting in January, tiny hatchlings emerge from the sand.

Mon Repos is one of the world’s most famous turtle rookeries. More than just a site to witness an oceanic miracle of life, Mon Repos is dedicated to marine turtles – studying them, protecting them and sharing them with tourists eager to catch a glimpse of one of these amazing creatures in their natural habitat. It’s something you don’t want to miss if you’re traveling down the East Coast during this time. 

When we leave our hotel around 6 p.m. for the trip to Mon Repos, I ask the front desk attendant what time we’d likely be back. “It depends,” she says. “You could be back in two hours, or you might not be back until 3 a.m.” Arriving at Mon Repos, we join the line of turtle spotters. The experience costs a mere $5.50, most of which goes back to turtle research.

We’re given an orange turtle sticker, which means that we are part of Group 3.

Group 1 is already down at the beach watching a turtle lay, and Group 2 gets called down not long after we arrive. 

While we wait for the scientists to locate another turtle coming onto the beach in the cover of darkness, we busy ourselves looking at the many displays detailing the life of a turtle and the work carried out at Mon Repos.

It’s fascinating, but we’re interrupted before we’ve had a chance to complete our learning. Another turtle has been spotted, and Group 3, consisting of the usual 70 people, is asked to assemble near the path to the beach. After a briefing, in which we’re told not to turn on our torches (flashlights), we stumble along the wooden bridge leading down to the sand.

It’s a warm night, but the sky is cloudy and there is little natural light.

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When we arrive at the turtle’s chosen nesting site, the Ranger shines his torch on the turtle’s back end, so as not to disturb her. She is still digging the nest, and if we get too close or shine light in her eyes at this stage, we have a high chance of disturbing her and ruining the nesting process. 

We silently watch the huge loggerhead dig her nest. She uses her back flippers as efficiently as we use our hands – she digs down, fills her flipper with sand, and sweeps it off to the side. It’s almost like watching a machine repeat the same action.

A turtles digs her nest to 55 cm deep, and when her nest is complete, she stops digging and settles herself into the sand. Within a few minutes, we see the first white egg drop into the hole. After she has laid about 20 eggs, the Ranger gives us the signal that we can surround the turtle and turn our lights on, as long as we don’t shine them directly in her eyes. 

We stay at the rear and watch more eggs drop into the sand, some one at a time, some coming in two’s and three’s.

The Ranger reaches in and removes one for us to see and touch. They are slightly smaller than the chicken eggs we normally eat, but slippery and shaped more like a ping-pong ball.

When I reach out and touch it, I’m surprised to find that my finger makes a slight indentation even with my gentle touch, but the indented spot pops back out as soon as I move my hand away.

The Ranger explains to us that it is acceptable to touch the eggs up to two hours after they have been laid. After those two hours have passed, the death rate increases – and if you touch an egg six hours after it has been laid it will definitely not survive. It’s hard to believe that the huge creature in front of me started out in this tiny, soft shell I have just touched.

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We move around to the front and get a better look at the whole turtle. Her head is nearly the same size as mine and her 96.3 cm long shell is covered with barnacles and scratches. She eventually finishes laying her eggs and the Rangers count them – she has laid 101 eggs, which is short of the 200 that some turtles deposit into the sand. 

As it happens, that night we’re in for a special treat.

The loggerhead has chosen an unsafe spot for her nest – too close to the beach in case of a cyclone, and we’re asked to help relocate the eggs to a safer, manmade nest farther away from the shore. We’re each passed two of the rubbery eggs to carry from one nest to the other – I feel as if I’m part of something so exclusive that my heart races until I place the eggs safely in the new nest. We reluctantly leave the beach and make our way back to the station.

But our adventure is not over – we’re given the option of waiting around to see if any hatchlings can be located. We visited in February – the perfect time because the turtles are still laying eggs while the first nests are starting to produce hatchlings. 

We wait only twenty minutes before the radio crackles with good news, and our group, now considerably smaller, makes our way back down the beach. We climb up the sand to the grass line where a group of Rangers stand. One of them is kneeling on the beach with her hands over a mound of sand. As soon as she moves them away, turtle hatchlings start popping out of the sand. It’s unbelievable; a tiny head and flailing flippers appear, and milliseconds later the whole turtle is scrambling towards the ocean.

The only lights allowed here are the Rangers’ and they must be coming from the direction of the shore. The hatchlings instinct tells them to head toward the lightest point – which is always the horizon, and in this case, the beach – and lights in any other direction will confuse them. 

When the hatchlings emerge from the nest, they go into what is known as a swim frenzy; their flippers flapping frantically as they attempt to make it safely to the ocean. Even as the Ranger holds one in his hands, its flippers don’t stop “swimming” for a second.

After the hatchlings have stopped popping out and we’ve watched the last one get swept away in the dark, foamy water, we return to the nest. The scientists begin their study – the nest is dug up and everything is recorded. They record the number of egg shells left by successful hatchlings, dead hatchlings, full eggs that didn’t develop, along with eggs that had started developing but didn’t quite make it. The data will be compared to information noted when the nest was first laid so that the ratio of successful hatchlings from eggs can be determined.

Only 1 out of 1000 hatchlings will actually survive and I feel a twinge of sadness knowing that the hatchlings I’ve seen tonight will likely not make it to the depths of the ocean. But what I’ve seen is a miracle and I feel blessed to have been able to see both a nesting turtle and emerging hatchlings.

Sunshine Coast

The most popular and commercialized town on Australia’s Sunshine Coast is most definitely Noosa. A popular spot for surfing, the endless beaches leave no question as to why so many people holiday here. But just bit farther down the coast lies Mooloolaba, and besides having a really great name, it’s not as crowded and has less of a resort feel. Admittedly, there’s not much to do here besides lounge on the beach and try your hand at surfing or boogie boarding. 

The one big attraction in Mooloolaba is Underwater World. Considered one of Australia’s best aquariums, Underwater World is home to some amazing sea creatures. Nemo lives here, along with seahorses, blue spotted lagoon rays and eerie jellyfish. One of the huge tanks holds a sawtooth fish – which literally looks like it has a saw sewed onto its beak. It’s hard to believe a fish like that really exists. Other things you might not have seen before are a developing shark embryo, elephant nose fish and Mexican water monsters.

The bottom level is a whole tank filled with sharks, huge rays and tropical fish. A moving walkway leads you through the circular tank. It’s almost like being underwater with all the marine creatures; rays glide above you, a shark darts past you on the left while an eel hides beneath a rock to your right.  We went around several times – there’s that much to see.

But we went to Underwater World not only to see the marine life, but also to interact with it. Underwater World is famous for its seals and the shows they put on three times daily. The show involves Sea Lions, Australian Fur Seals and New Zealand Fur Seals and they are all amazing creatures. What’s even more unique about the show is that the trainer explains how the seals are trained to stand up, balance a ball on their nose and swim to certain areas of the pool. For some tricks, it’s as simple as where the trainer places his hand in relation to the rest of his body. The seal knows that when the trainer’s left hand is raised, he’s meant to be on the left side of the stage. 
After the show is over, you have the opportunity to get intimate with the seals – you can have your photo taken while a seal plants a wet, slippery kiss on your check. It is a bit intimidating, I have to admit. The seals are huge – easily the size of a grown man – and when its big, rubbery mouth comes at you, it’s hard not to move away. So what does it feel like to be kissed by a seal? It’s a soft, rubbery kiss, with a bit of whisker on the side. And if you want to pursue your seal relationship even further, you can join the behind the scenes tour and even take a dip in the seals’ pool. 

After the kissing is complete, one of the seal keepers leads us into the seals’ home. We’re shown the myriad of charts that keep track of which seal has been fed, vaccinated and given a day off, as well as charts monitoring their growth and condition. Finally, we’re given a mask and we hop in the pool with the seals. We’re warned not to get too close as they can bite. But they don’t seem to pay us any attention. They zip around in the seawater, which is pumped in daily, right underneath us. One swims past me and I could have easily reached out to touch it. It’s a lot different than watching them through the glass like you would at a normal aquarium; I really feel like I’m a part of their world as I paddle along with the best view in the house. The seal experience, including entry to Underwater World, the behind the scenes tour, the kiss (with photo) and a seal swim costs $100.

Tangalooma Wild Dolphin Resort

Moreton Island, a sand island similar to Fraser, lies off the coast of Brisbane. Halfway down the western side of the island there is an old whaling station, which has been converted into Tangalooma Wild Dolphin Resort. Famous for the wild dolphins that visit every night for feeding, Tangalooma is the ideal place to stay on the island. The resort includes 96 hotel rooms, 134 self contained resort units including kitchenettes, and 56 townhouse style villas. All rooms have a balcony and are within 50 meters of the beachfront. 

When we arrive at the resort, the number of activities there are to choose from overwhelms us. We opt to start with the Desert Safari Tour. We bump along sandy roads in a huge 4WD bus until we arrive at an open expanse of sand dunes. Climbing down, we notice the various colors of the sand. Our guide explains that there are 33 different colors of sands on the island, ranging from black to white to red. He instructs us to pick up a few of the “pebbles” that we see scattered around the dunes. We shake them in our hands and are surprised to find that it sounds exactly like glass. The pebbles are actually sand turned to glass by one of the area’s many lightning strikes. 

Our next adventure, sand tobogganing, requires a little more effort. It’s not for the faint hearted. After climbing up the 55-meter sand dune, we slide down on our toboggans, reaching speeds of up to 40 kilometers an hour, and it’s as exhilarating as it sounds. 

That evening, we prepare for the main reason we’re here – to hand feed dolphins. We wash off all our sunscreen and put on clothes that we don’t mind getting wet. As darkness falls, the dolphins start arriving. At first there are only two or three, but soon enough there are eight dolphins swimming in the water, waiting to be fed. 
A marine biologist goes over a few things before we’re let anywhere near the dolphins. There is absolutely no touching allowed; the dolphins are wild animals and the resort doesn’t want them to be domesticated. They feed the dolphins only one tenth of their daily intake so that they still need to hunt for food and don’t become dependent on the resort. We’re told to wash our hands in a bucket of disinfectant and grab a fish from another. I stand in line, smelly fish in hand, and wait to be called into the water. 

Eight gray dolphins swim in front of me, no more than a meter away. I grasp the fish in my hand, holding my thumb in, and plunge it into the water. Tinkerbell, the dolphin closest to me, swims up and gently takes the fish from my hand with her mouth. Her two five-month-old babies swim behind her, keeping their distance. The guide gives me another fish from her pouch and I hold my hand down again, offering the food to Tinkerbell. She takes it and swims away. It’s a wonderful feeling to be so close to these beautiful creatures, and to interact with them in such an intimate way. 

Although feeding dolphins is definitely Tangalooma’s highlight, there are many other activities on the island. Quad biking, Marine Eco Tours, Parasailing and Helicopter Flights are just some of the other activities that Tangalooma has to offer. I’d recommend exploring the Tangalooma Wrecks. A series of sunken barges and dredges, the wrecks attract all sorts of marine life. Tropical fish abound and watch out – you’re sure to see a shark! A wobbegong shark, that is. These flat, spotted sharks can be found sleeping among the wrecks. You have to keep your eyes open though – they blend in with the sandy bottom quite well.

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