Saturday, September 4, 2010
I had to sit very still, with my finger on the button and my camera set for speed, and still I was unable to capture all of the antics of this ghost crab. It was industriously digging its hole and displaying a great deal of caution, its movements orchestrated by instinct.
First it came out of its hidey hole and looked around. Any movement and it scurried back into its hole so fast it didn't even leave a blur. If the coast was clear, it went back down inside and did some excavating.
The next time it appeared it was carrying a load of sand in its claw and after the smallest of pauses, it flung the sand away. Notice the small pile to the right of the picture.
Then it returned to the hole to continue this very precise ballet--recon, excavation, disposal. Repeat as needed.
I watched this dance go on for quite a while, marveling at this little creature's diligence. In the midst of this observation, a little action (emphasis on little) caught the corner of my eye. And lo and behold there was the tiniest of ghost crabs doing the exact same ballet about 18" away from its larger cousin. It was so small I had to stare at it for a while to be sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing.
I wish I could have put a dime or something down to show you the scale of this little guy. But notice the grain of sand on its right eye and you might have some idea of how small this ghost crab was.