Turning back I got a glimpse of a crow flying up from the area the turtle had just vacated.


Upon closer examination it was apparent that I had frightened off the crow in the middle of a robbery. There was a turtle egg, lying on the sand in plain sight where it had been meticulously buried by the turtle a few minutes ago.


Instead of flying off, the crow circled the area then perched on a high branch, just watching. Only once in a while giving a single “caw”.