Twice the moon grew to fullness and the sea turtles knew it was time to hatch. One hundred fifty-seven eggs, the warmer weather producing all females, one failing to open at the scrabblings of the new turtles. They pull their way up through the sand and make a frantic dash for the sea across the beach. The birds knew the time had come to feast. The giant stone head watches as feathers fly, beaks stab, flippers dig to the safety of the water; in the end, the birds have plenty to feed their chicks, and twenty-seven turtles survive their first day to face the rigors of the open sea. The giant stone head wonders if any will return in the years to come.