Skip to main content

Cast of Crabs

We are heading back along the boardwalk. There is great crowd of little crabs marching back and forth across the sand.  Perhaps a common sight for those that live by the sea but for me magical and thrilling.
Now I was really regretting not having a decent camera.   I looked up the collective noun for crabs ... it's a cast ... wierd huh.


  1. We call these soldier crabs on the Nth Coast. I never get tired of watching them.

  2. What industrious and organized little creatures.... Yes! We always refer to them as soldier crabs ... They are facinating to watch.

  3. A cast of crabs, I must remember that for our next trivia night. Hey wait a minute I don't go to trivia nights.It must have been annoying not having your camera. You'll just have to go back and do it all again. BTW where are we in these photos?

  4. Mark and Dianne they are fascinating but why do they march back and forth like that?

    Diane, we are at Bermagui on the South Coast of NSW

  5. Did they make the little round balls of sand?

  6. Yep Letty .. thousands of little balls.

  7. Love your beach shots! Truly beautiful, Joan. I'm familiared with these casts of crabs, I've never seen so many as in Ecuador, I was totally in awe! :-)


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The end

I retire from the workforce this week and to celebrate have decided to retire my current blogs and start afresh with a single consolidated blog - My Bright Field - to record the delights of my new life adventure.
If you are interested follow me over there.  I will still be Sweet Wayfaring and collecting Royal Hotels.  The delights I discover along the way will appear together with my gardens and towns where I live.

Blue Wren

Having finished the circuit at the zoo we settled down for a nice lunch at the cafe. This chirpy little blue wren came close to our table while his brown wife Jenny jumped playfully on the grass. Nesting swallows swooped in an out of the rafters.
Musing:The Blue Wrens and the Butcher Bird by Judith Wright
"Sweet and small the blue wren
whistles to his gentle hen,
"The creek is full, the day is gold,
the tale of love is never told.
Fear not, my love, nor fly away,
for safe, safe in the blackthorn-tree
we shall build our nest today.
Trust to me, oh trust to me."

Cobwebs they gather and dry grass,
greeting each other as they pass
up to the nest and down again,
the blue wren and the brown wren.
They seek and carry far and near,
down the bank and up the hill,
until that crystal note they hear
that strikes them dumb and holds them still.

Great glorious passion of a voice--
sure all that hear it must rejoice.
But in the thorn-bush silent hide
the nest-builders side by side.

Royal Hotel - Ganman

And I wrap up this trip with the Royal Hotel at Ganman.