thud of bare feet
vanishing bubbler crabs
refuge in the sand
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October 31, 2012 at 1:26 pm
That is so weird…never heard of the bubbler crab before…very interesting video and poem.
October 31, 2012 at 5:38 pm
The video is amazing – I had no idea what the balls meant – we have heaps of sand bubbler crabs on our beach but you rarely see them – just the balls they leave behind. Thanks Charles 🙂
October 31, 2012 at 3:57 pm
aloha Gabrielle – i’ve come across these little marvels of sand marbles in other places. i didnt know the name – i’m now wondering if it’s the same crab and name elsewhere.
i like the “thud of bare feet” line. i can so hear that sound across firm sand. you have strong image builders in this ku. i like that. cool. aloha.
October 31, 2012 at 5:41 pm
Thanks Rick – I was running along with the dogs at the time. We have thousands of sand bubbler crabs on our beach but usually I just see the balls, not the crabs. Today there were so many crabs (because it was the middle of the day – when I don’t normally go out) and they disappear instantly you go anywhere near them – which is just as well, because there was no room to move on the beach for the crabs – ouch.
October 31, 2012 at 11:51 pm
what a life! cleaning , cleaning, cleaning, oups a wave, cleaning, cleaning, cleaning!
November 1, 2012 at 10:44 am
Yes, not my idea of fun Benedicte – oh the life of a little crab 😉
November 2, 2012 at 8:34 am
LOL – Life feels just like that sometimes, Benedicte
November 1, 2012 at 6:28 am
Well, that cleared up a misconception for me. I always thought the little balls were from inside the burrow but these fellows are really natures little beachy garbage collectors!
November 1, 2012 at 10:45 am
haha – that’s what I thought too Stafford – sand balls came from the hole #doh It’s amazing how systematic they are at their feeding time.
November 1, 2012 at 9:37 pm
Such beautiful creators!
November 2, 2012 at 8:57 am
true artists those crabs Graham 🙂
November 2, 2012 at 12:53 am
Amazing. Creative. All that just to clean sand?
November 2, 2012 at 8:58 am
We all must eat Kate 🙂 they are amazing
“thud of bare feet” – it must certainly seem that way to them. They are so funny and fascinating – love the I’m-bigger-than-you-over-there stance, haha
yeah, we must be pretty scary to them – land of the giants 🙂 thanks bluebee
November 2, 2012 at 8:35 am
PS – love your quote of the moment, haha
November 2, 2012 at 8:59 am
haha pretty much sums up my way of thinking 😉
November 4, 2012 at 6:46 am
Loved the haiku, Gabe. It captures everything beautifully. So very Queensland!
November 4, 2012 at 12:12 pm
Thanks Nigel 🙂 Nothing more Queensland than beaches – except reefs, bbq’s, prawns – hmm, making myself hungry, nom, nom.
November 21, 2012 at 6:50 pm
Such interesting creatures. I’ve seen the balls so many times on the sand and have seen the crabs disappear just like that. They are so quick… just like an eye blink. Amazing!
November 22, 2012 at 9:50 am
They move at lightning speed don’t they Selma! We must scare the hell out of them – giants of the sand 😉
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