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.
Diary, summer 2016
From the diary of beach walker George Thatcher,
email: fishcrow@aol.com. Collections of Mr. Thatcher’s observations are available from Quail Ridge Press, www.quailridge.com or 800-343-1583.
This story was originally published July 23, 2016 at 9:00 AM with the headline "Scenes from the Beach | July 24, 2016."