“These animals depend on darkness. But humans have ruined their nights.”

“On warm nights beginning in July, baby loggerhead turtles hatch from nests buried on Southeastern U.S. beaches. Tiny fins churn the sand with such vigor that biologists call the scene a “boil.” Moonlight beckons. The new turtles, a hundred per clutch, follow the light sparkling off the water into the ocean. That’s how their first hours on Earth are supposed to go. Except the night isn’t what it once was.”


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