Monday, March 12, 2007
A recent foray into Range Point at low tide led me to a remarkable discovery. I actually heard the presence of these little scavengers before spotting them. I had never seen crabs like these with a disproportionately large left claw and tiny one opposite.
Suddenly, I realized the eerie sound was coming from thousands of tiny crabs -- and their giant claws -- moving up the bank and into the shelter of tall marsh grasses as I invaded their territory. I was mesmerized to see them move in unison with the click-click-clicking in the air. I thanked them for some interesting photos and left them in peace, content with my nature lesson for the day.