She blows loudly while driving behind the sand blows of fins. She does not see or hear anything, has only one concern: to put your eggs safe. At the same time as the dune hollow in light of the moon, it continues to spawn – 120 eggs on average, within three hours.

At dawn, the turtle of about 150 kg is dragged painfully on the sand to reach the ocean. In two months, her little break their shells before extricate the sand, still blind. Driven by instinct, they crawl right into the sea because of the many dangers they face (seagulls, crabs and sharks in particular), only 30% of them will reach adulthood.

Irony of history: before becoming a National Park, Heron Island was home in 1930, a canned turtle soup! Since then, thousands of turtles come to nest here every night between October and March, from Indonesia or New Caledonia, are protected.

In this small coral island that appeals for its strangeness, the birds are kings. There are about 100 000 places to invest each year from September to March, the time to reproduce. Heron Island is transformed into a world of Hitchcock.

Many Birds

No herons, unlike the name given to him by mistake a geologist in the mid-nineteenth century, but tens of thousands of Wedge-tailed Shearwater and Black Noddy. Escaping the cold of Siberia, China and Alaska, these migratory birds descend on the island like locusts. Each parcel of Heron Island is so invested, more room for humans.

While installing the Wedge-tailed Shearwater nests on the ground, the sand, the black noddies invade trees, up to visitors, and fix a piercing eye, seeming to say: “Who are you, you, to dare to disturb my paradise? “