Scenes from the Beach | July 24, 2016

For a week, I have played a game of sorts with a fiddler crab, a good-natured contest of hide and seek. When the fiddler first saw me, it was foraging for early morning food at water's edge, then it made a dash to the safety of its nearby burrow. Motionless, I wait for the fiddler to emerge. After a while, the fiddler peers warily from the burrow, finally resuming its feeding. Now the fiddler has become accustomed to the game, which is a pleasant interlude for both of us.