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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.

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  1. MarkJanuary 20, 2012 at 10:27 AM

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

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  2. DianneJanuary 20, 2012 at 5:19 PM

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

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  3. diane bJanuary 20, 2012 at 8:33 PM

    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?

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  4. Joan ElizabethJanuary 20, 2012 at 9:10 PM

    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

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  5. freefallingJanuary 21, 2012 at 1:54 PM

    Did they make the little round balls of sand?

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  6. Joan ElizabethJanuary 21, 2012 at 8:23 PM

    Yep Letty .. thousands of little balls.

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  7. UnknownJanuary 21, 2012 at 10:37 PM

    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! :-)

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