One of the things we did on Rachael's brief trip home, was to ride over to the College (sans Sam) to check on the turtle egg status. As I had feared (but had hoped otherwise,) the fanatics had mowed the lawn - right over the filled-in hole (and everywhere else.) So much for "the wide berth."
The filled-in hole was undisturbed but the stick, which I had left to mark the spot, was shattered (much like my hopes.)
Rachael and I talked about what to do. She ringed the filled-in hole with small rocks and we debated about some kind of a sign - an idea I wasn't comfortable with. (Sometimes these kinds of things attract the wrong kind of attention.) We wanted to protect these things, but how?
Ultimately, Rachael made another attempt at communicating with the shed-sitting, card-playing grounds crew and when that blatantly didn't work, she went into the College. In her best faux-student mode (however unintentional,) she made the rounds, starting from the Administration Office, going all the way to the Science Department.
From the sounds of it, more than one person was a turtle fan - and at least one person was not a fan of the grounds crew - having been familiar with the scenario of the chilly reception received upon interruption of the all-important card playing. Everyone, it seems, was interested.
How well did all of this work? We will see. We will see.
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