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”.
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