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Showing posts with label Machalilla National Park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Machalilla National Park. Show all posts

Turtle Captures

Once a week we capture both green and hawksbill turtles for tagging and monitoring.

To catch green turtles, we hang carnada, or bait, over the side of a boat right here in the harbor. For bait we use fish heads from the morning market. The big, oily forehead of the dorado (common dolphinfish) is the green turtles' favorite.

Arica prepares to go turtling.

A dorado head.

Waiting around for green turtles to show up.

Workers in the water and on the boat haul in a mature green turtle.

To catch hawksbills we have to put in a little more effort. We snorkel along the rocky coast and sandy beaches, and when someone spots a hawksbill, she keeps her eyes underwater while raising her hand in the air. The boat comes over to help out.

This male hawksbill must have weighed hundreds of pounds.

Vanessa and Cory measure a hawksbill while Arica records data on a plastic cutting board.

In both cases, the turtle capture itself is quite a sight. Our turtle-catching extraordinaire, Luis, leaps onto the turtle from the boat, mask and snorkel already on his face. He uses his left hand on the front of the shell, directing the turtle's movement upwards, and his right hand on the back of the shell, pushing the turtle up into the boat. Depending on the size of the turtle, this maneuver can be simple or extremely difficult.

Dean, an Equilibrio Azul worker, demonstrates the turtle-catching hold.

Once the turtle is on board, we move through our steps as efficiently as possible. We cover the turtle's eyes with a wet cloth to keep it calm, and take measurements of the carapace (top shell), plastron (bottom shell), head, and tail.

Amelia measures the plastron length.

We record the GPS coordinates of the capture.

The GPS lives in a waterproof sleeve.

We check for metal ID tags at the base of each back flipper. If we find tags, we record the numbers to keep a log of where the turtle has been. If there are no tags, we sanitize the flipper with alcohol before attaching some. We also take a small DNA skin sample from the neck of new turtles.

If the turtle isn't yet tagged, we add a metal tag to each back flipper.

We photograph both tags and both sides of the turtle's face as a backup identification method.

You can identify an individual by its unique facial markings.

Finally, we take note of damage, illness, or epibiont organisms before scraping any adhering barnacles off the body and head.

This turtle has a barnacle hairdo.
I'm fascinated by the idea that the turtle's shell constitutes an entire ecosystem with substrate, nutrients, climate, bacteria, plants, and animals. Last semester I completed a research project on the epizoic algae of Galápagos green turtles. I compared carapace algae to the algae which grows on intertidal rocks: in both cases, algae alters the habitat and allows other organisms, including animals, to move in. I wanted to find out how carapace algae relates to cleaning fishes, barnacle load, microbiota, and turtle health. During that project, my partner and I also discovered a previously unrecorded green turtle epibiont species, the Galápagos pencil urchin. Suffice it to say I am interested in sea turtle epibiota!

So, I have been intrigued by the various epibionts we have pulled off green and hawksbill turtles during our captures. We found this little crab hiding under the back lip of a green turtle's carapace, and once we discovered a baby octopus lodged under the shell!

An epizoic crab.

It's a common assumption that barnacles are bad for turtles, and that's why we scrape the bothersome crustaceans off the turtles we capture, but I have never found a scientific paper linking turtle health with algae or barnacle load. I would love to see (or write?) a study on the specific effects of barnacle removal.

This morning before we snorkeled for hawksbills, Luis taught me the art of the turtle capture. Alas, we found no turtles today, so I have yet to try out my skills.

A western painted turtle I caught while camping in Washington State.

As a kid, I proudly earned the nickname of "turtle whisperer" for my ability to catch western painted turtles in the lake where my family went camping every 4th of July. Granted, painted turtles are about 1/700th the size of mature sea turtles (a painted turtle weighs around 1 pound, whereas a green turtle can reach 700 pounds), but I still hope to try my hand as a sea-turtle whisperer one of these days.

The Turtle Whisperer.

In response to my dad's comment... Here are a couple modern examples of turtle whispering.

The upside-down turtle we rescued along the Tiputini River.

I was studying abroad at Tiputini Biodiversity Station in the Ecuadorian Amazon. On our last day, the whole class was moving by motorized canoe to catch a flight, but of course we stopped the boat, backed up to shore, and saved this upside-down river turtle from death-by-dehydration. I love Ecuadorian Time.

My first wild Galapagos tortoise friend.

Here I am with a giant Galapagos tortoise. I had seen a several of these huge reptiles in the Galapaguera, or hatchery, but this was my first sighting of a wild one. (She was surrounded by broken glass, plastic, and a tire. And as you can see from our bus in the background, she was right by a parking lot.) But she was a giant tortoise! IN THE WILD! I was more than a little excited.
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Agua Blanca: A Commune in the Desert

After we did turtle captures one morning, I rallied the other volunteers to get out and see something touristy. We settled on Agua Blanca, a traditional commune located in the dry tropical scrub forest (my own name for the biome) a few miles inland from Puerto López. The commune is entirely within Machalilla National Park. It costs $5 to enter.

Here we are, five official turtle volunteers and one interloper!

Normally the landscape would be greener since we're in the wet season, but there has been a prolonged drought.

We passed a group of women doing laundry in the dribbling stream.

These kids were happy to take a break from their game to pose for a picture.

Agua Blanca is famous for three things: the sulfurous mud pool, the archaeological museum, and bird watching. For unclear reasons we chose to focus on the rotten-egg mud.

The sign depicted a blue crowned motmot, a bird I also saw in real life.

The motmot posed in perfect view while I fumbled for my camera but hid in the thicket as soon as I was ready...

Vanessa took the first leap into the sulfurous mud pool.

Soon, we were all mud ninjas.

The mud is supposed to be healing for the skin. We coated ourselves with the thick gray sludge and let it dry into crunchy elephant skin. Then we jumped back into the pool to wash it off. My skin definitely felt smoother, but maybe I was just glad to be clean again!

On the way back, we followed one of our Puerto López friends on a "shortcut." We ended up lost, winding our way through a dry riverbed canyon, but at least we saw plenty of animals along the way.

The majority of the "wildlife" I saw was actually free-ranging livestock from the commune.

An injured mare and her foal rested in the dry riverbed.

These kids suckled like maniacs.

There were also pigs and chickens galore. I kept hanging back by myself to take photos, and a couple times I got nervous when I realized I was alone with the semi-feral livestock. At one point a pack of goats materialized from the hills and starting running down the road straight for me. I felt like Simba during the wildebeast stampede. I sprinted down the road yelling, "GUYS!!!!!!" My hiking partners scrambled up or downhill to let the excited goats pass. Then we realized the goats were harmless -- they just wanted to follow us and get their heads scratched! It was all very hilarious... in hindsight.

These goats just wanted to be friends.
We saw a bit of wild nature, too.

A papery wasp nest.

A groove billed ani.

A yellow rumped cacique.

A long tailed mockingbird.

Two gray breasted martins and two ball mosses.

We had arranged for the pickup-truck taxi to come back for us at 5:00pm. We waited around til 5:40 when the truck pulled up, right on (Ecuadorian) time. I'm glad we took the initiative to see this little corner of Ecuador!

Three girls and three goats waiting outside the Agua Blanca church.
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