Equipped with cartoony illustrations and plot about the aquatic turtles (life cycle, reproduction, challenges during the natural disasters) this book is for the reader aged 13-103. Loaded with alpha-to-omega insights about sea-turtles, it is designed for those who love and care for the marine - habitat.
TURTLARIUM Naira Roland Matevosyan, M.D Copyright © 2011- Naira Matevosyan, ISBN: 9781463655440 To my son Richard and all, who care for the aquatic turtles CONTENT: Chapter 1: Genesis Page 2 Chapter 2: Omeo Page 6 Chapter 3: Courtship Page 8 Chapter 4: Family Page 10 Chapter 5: Disaster Page 11 Chapter 6: Great Depression Page 18 Chapter 7: Onuka Page 21 Chapter 8 Ocean War VIII Page 23 Chapter 9 Triumph Page 28 Epilogue Page 30 Chapter 1: Genesis April 4th, year A.D 234 Be that as it may, one fine spring day the sun was far to set. Mama Turtlemma emerged from the Atlantic gyre and ascended the beach searching for a suitable nesting spot: somewhere dark and quiet. She was tired, but full of curiosity. Yet, she had to detect the Earth's magnetic field. This was the secret message that her 136-year old Turtle-grandma forwarded before her wedding: "Emma, laying eggs is the bravest thing to do in marriage. But in order to lay eggs, you first need to locate your natal beach, Turtlarium. For that you have to detect and utilize the angle and intensity of the Globe's magnetic field that would help you to determine the latitude and longitude for your navigation of hundreds, or even thousands of miles. You may also use the hatchling imprints that your sisters left, or the features of the offshore currents and celestial cues. Don't worry: you can, and you will!" Turtlemma could not lay eggs underwater. The eggs breathe air through their membranes and cannot survive if continuously covered with water. She hurried to avoid being disturbed. If scared back to the ocean, Emma would abort her eggs, the precious eggs that she carried for several months. Once she read in a bestseller-papyrus 'Everything you need to know for the best natural turtle-hatch' (122-nd edition; Turtlepress, Inc.) that turtles nest in a sandy shore. She tuned her innate senses to locate the magnetic field. The beach was enormously big and consisted of 47 counties- Reptilariums. Emma was lucky: after walking for 22 miles she suddenly noticed the entrance. It was Turtlarium! On April 20, A.D 234 the sunset was close. Emma chose her nesting spot with the help of www.classified-turtlenest.com and began body pitting. Using all four flippers she got rid of dry surface sand beneath her which would otherwise fall into her egg chamber forming a depression. Following body pitting she commenced digging her nest by using rear flippers (hands). She scooped out the right flipper full of damp sand and rested that flipper on the surface, before throwing sand from her left flipper to her side. She could reach no deeper already. It was time to pause. This is a free preview sample only. The book (30 pages) is available in Createspace store at: https://www.createspace.com/3641393 or by title/author`s name search at www.amazon.com Another free preview fragment: Chapter 3: Courtship Be that as it may, it was June 9th, A.D 306. Omeo was a 72 years old young college student. He and Astor dated for 67 years. They were devoted friends and made a strong team: they liked to bike, and dive together for jellyfish hunting. Astor was brave, laser-eyed, and gifted. No one else in greater Turtlarium could compete with her in holding breath longer than Astor did. But there was someone with different qualities... Her name was Turtlella, as in Ella. She had the coolest carapace (shell) in Turtlarium. a 72 years old bachelor. Omeo decided that Turtlella could be the one. They could make a celebrity-couple, be published in prestigious papyrus, even in Turtle-Runway, as they both were quite popular in Turtlarium. But the fashion was Ella`s main strength. She couldn't dive deep and hold breath for couple of hours. "So what?" pondered Omeo. "Ella is beautiful, top pedigree, and well-mannered. Perhaps, I will marry her." vs. Omeo spent two years wondering whom to choose: Ella, or Astor? While he felt comfortable in Astor`s company, he felt something else each time he saw Ella. He could not decide whether it was love or his keen sense for fashion. Suddenly he recalled his grand-granny's message: "My sweet grand-granny used to The clue is in tell: 'when the time comes to turtleneck ! choose a wife, look at her neck!" At last all became crystal- clear. Ella belonged to the group of aquatic-turtles called Cryptodira, who draw their necks in while contracting it under their spine. Whereas, Omeo and Astor belonged to the same group called Pleurodira, who contract their necks to the side. "That's it," decided Omeo. "Tomorrow I am going to meet Astor`s father." And that's way they got married. Another free preview fragment: Astor`s spouse Omeo was unavailable: after the college he was appointed as a Naval Commander in Chief and his combat was too far, in Arabian Peninsula. He was in charge of pre- and post-hurricane intelligence and environmental cleanup litigation projects. Astor carried an evacuation toolkit containing a thermometer, piece of magnet, M-sized life-jacket, bandage, carapace-glue, oxygen-bag, can of jellyfish cream- chowder, salty sea-soda container, her mother's picture, and her passport. But she had nothing to protect her eggs in case the hurricane would wash them up from the shore. Her scarce savings, three freshwater pearls, were not enough to hire an excavator, dig the send, and securely lay eggs between the lithosphere and asthenosphere. Another free preview fragment: Chapter 8: Ocean War VIII Be that as it may, August 3rd, A.D 345 was only the third day of Onuka`s commandery combat in the Central Hexagon-office (CHO) of submarine Turtlagon. His battalion 'Caretta' was working on the budget of the fiscal year A.D 346, proposed for testing new sonar and undersea warfare technologies. Suddenly, the carbon dioxide detector alarmed the cut of the oxygen supplying the submarine. "That`s the dirty work of Pirates from Madeira, that whitetip requiem sharks!" said Onuka. "They posed torpedoes toward the East wing of Turtlagon. Turtlemen, there is a secret exit from the CHO leading to the tunnel to the West-wing bunker of the underwater castle. There, we`ll have enough time and security to run a swift SWOT analysis on sharks." "Yes, Sir!" replied the battalion and moved to the castle. Onuka called a conference: "Turtlemen of Caretta, I need you to feature the Pirates. Admiral Choka, as the first military adviser I want you to start." "Well, Sir," said Choka, "I have served for 20 years in Indo-Pacific coral reefs and know well those requiem sharks. Their primary strength is in their formidable steak- knife teeth. Next: unlike other sharks, which rely on ram ventilation and have to constantly swim to breathe, these whitetips can pump water over still on the bottom for hours. Also, they have a state-of-art depth vision. They can see their gills and lie even in dim light. Special cells (tapetum lucidum) located under their retina act as mirrors. The light striking these cells is immidiately reflected to other cells, multiplying the visual effect. Next: the phenomental smell is the shark's most acute sense. They locate tiny particles of flesh or blood in the water. About 70 % of their brain is used for olfactory functions. In fact, they detect prey solely by smell, and the hungrier the shark, the less stimulant needed to elicit a reaction." "That's too bad," said Onuka. "What else? Describe me their opportunities." "This species is viviparous," continued Choka, "the developing embryos sustain by a placental connection to their mother." "Are you suggesting that we cannot take any eggs for hostages?" asked Onuka with sorrow. "That's correct, Sir," confirmed Choka. "How long lasts their gestation?" asked Zeika, the strategy-adviser. "Females give birth to 1-6 pups every year after a gestation period of 10-13 months," clarified Choka. "Can they detect the Earth's magnetic field?" asked Onuka. "Oh, yeah. They're great on that one," continued Choka. "With the help of a special sensory organ, ampule of Lorenzini located in the pores of their frontal head, they are able to detect minute fluctuations in the minute of bioelectrical fields." "Let's discuss their threats," the strategist made another entrance. "Can we use humans against them?" "My guess is no," continued Choka. "Whitetip reef sharks are rarely aggressive towards humans, though they may investigate them closely. The International Union for Conservation of Nature has assessed the whitetip reef sharks as Near Threatened." "All I hear is turtle-fear," commented Onuka. "Turns out, they don't have any weaknesses?" "Sure they do!" said Choka. "They hate yellow and green; they are glaringly irritated from these colors. Also, punching them on their nose and gills is a pretty good way to ward them off." "Right to the point! You should have started from the core!" exclaimed Onuka. "What do yo mean, Sir?" asked Zeika. "Turtlemen, the stake is too high. It will cost us our submarine-Turlagon, not mentioning our lives. The jellyfish torpedoes are well-positioned and Pirates are ready to push on the 'fire' button. There is no time for further debates. I am going to reverse one of their primary strength, their acute vision, into their fatal weakness !" The book (30 pages) is available in Createspace store at: https://www.createspace.com/3641393 or by title/author`s name search at www.amazon.com
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