Home Again

Home again and the soldier crabs are back too.  There are just a few at the moment, and unusually large they are as well, but if all runs true to form they'll soon be joined by hundreds of offspring, no bigger than a pea.   The smaller ones have much less colour and tend to blend into the greyness of the muddier sand near the low tide mark, but I have never been able to fathom the camouflage of the adults.  Sure their legs look very much as though they were meant to disappear in the sand, but hmmm... I wonder where their bodies are?

We have been known to spend quite some time watching them from the comfort of our deck, through binoculars, as they marshall their troops and capture each tiny hill.

The stingrays don't bother to watch, and probably have never seen the colour either.  They just cruise along pumping them from the safety of their own homes.  No building and pest inspections required by the stingrays, they resume them and flush them through the system, no beg pardons.

They'll be here soon.  The stingrays and the building and pest inspectors.