Matthew’s reference to the imminent presence of hatchlings on the beaches makes me think of the remarkable programming present in each, individual hatchling that emerges from the nest. For me, the single-minded, ceaseless activity of hatchlings during the frenzy period is a constant source of amazement. When working for a few summers relocating hundreds of loggerhead nests to hatcheries and subsequently releasing the hatchlings during night work, the sounds of their constant activity even seemed to become part of my subconscious. When trying to get a few hours’ sleep between releases, it seemed I could still hear little hatchling claws continuously scraping up against the sides of the hatchery, or the sides of the buckets into which we placed them for transport to release sites. And when I closed my eyes to try to sleep, all I saw were little hatchlings marching in ceaseless motion across the inside of my eyelids. . .