Pretty Crabby

Unfortunately, due to a number of circumstances, I didn't get to spend my morning with Chicklet as planned and I was feeling pretty crabby (not really, but by the end of this post, you'll know why I said it).

After my usual morning at the 'Seat of Knowledge', I planned on heading out to the beach, so that I could explore the sand flats and the rocks at low tide.

At the last minute, I decided to start at the river flats, where I was yesterday and work my way back to the beach.

It was right on low tide and there were soldier crabs EVERYWHERE!

Of course, as soon as they spot you, they dig holes and bury themselves in the sand.  It's virtually impossible to get a good shot of them while trying to get closer.

I decided to park my butt on the sandy slope and wait.

Sure enough, after only a few minutes, the soldier crabs began emerging from their sandy burrows and marching ever closer to where I was sitting.

I kept low, aimed my long lens and snapped away.

On the lookout.

On the run.

Beautiful Bluey.

An obliging seagull landed nearby and began feasting.

Run for your lives!!

Where is Bruce Willis when you need him?

I didn't end up going to the other beach, because I had so much fun with the crabs,  it was time to go home when I finished.

I try to be home, and out of the sun by 10am every day, because the Queensland sun can be brutal.

So the morning started off a bit crabby and ended pretty crabby too!

Nite all.