This is news beyond the wildest dreams of most ecologist. A species that had trundled up to the brink of extinction, paused, and went over, formally going extinct in the wild with only a double handful of species in the zoo. Full extinction faced these gentle giants and the only thing between them and utter destruction was the sex drive of a dozen tortoises. Into the gap steppe Deigo. After decades of loyal service the species has been declared extant and thriving. The children and grandchildren of Deigo are busily making more baby tortoises on the island free of any human interference or aid. So the hundred year old tortoise was marked with a GPS tracker, packed into a backpack, and carried to his old stomping grounds.
While the carrying process dinged the dignity of Deigo the real giggling came from the writers and editors who covered this. This is an article full of such unadulterated joy, such perfect joy, that it must have overwhelmed even the staid and stoic editors of the BBC from the look of those headlines.
Break out the bubbly drink a toast to the randy centurion of the Galapagos!
While the carrying process dinged the dignity of Deigo the real giggling came from the writers and editors who covered this. This is an article full of such unadulterated joy, such perfect joy, that it must have overwhelmed even the staid and stoic editors of the BBC from the look of those headlines.
Break out the bubbly drink a toast to the randy centurion of the Galapagos!
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