Foreword: predator control is a complex issue on Monomoy- how are we the ones to decide what birds live or die on this island?
Just a little bit of Monomoy to brighten up you day.
Although the end of the season blues were running at Monomoy last Friday, it turned out that there was one more surpise in store for the team: rescuing a 500 pound leatherback sea turtle.
Towards the end of July, Monomoy’s beaches become the hot spot for migrating shorebirds to stage.
Without warning, it’s suddenly our last night on Monomoy. Tomorrow, we break down the cook tent, pack up the guest tents, and start the move out.
Today’s post comes from a letter I’m writing to a friend. That’s all for tonight, just a few thoughts at large about having spent the last 2 months on the island. Let me know what you think about the post format- it’s nicer to write on paper.
I love the colony. I know that if you read my last post, you might think that I don’t care for, dislike, or even hate the colony. It’s noisy, sandy, inconvenient, and smells bad. It’s kind of like a city, and it’s the contrast with the peace and solitude of the rest of the island…