There we were at Linda Person park trying to make the best of the fact that the manatees I promised to show my friend weren’t going to cooperate. Disappointed, we wandered along the inlet and saw what we thought were bugs digging holes in the wet sand. A photo revealed that they were not bugs, but crabs. Fiddler crabs, another visitor informed us. Googling them revealed that they wave their one giant claw around to attract a mate, that was the movement that made us notice them in the first place. When he finds a mate he lures her into his hole, and once he has had his way with her he seals her into said hole while she incubates the eggs. These some of the many daily dramas playing out in nature every day, all we have to do is pay attention.
What are our dramas as two foot loose and fancy free grandmothers on the loose in Florida?
Well, there was a quilt show…
A sunrise…
Bluebirds have put in an appearance…
We saw a little blue heron…
And there were torrential rains…
It’s called Twistee Treat, but Kathy insists on calling it Whoopie Twist. Don’t ask me why.
Lunch was at Crabby Bill’s today…
We made a note of this place while waiting for a traffic light on the way home. We sincerely hope we won’t ever need their services.
Soon she’ll be flying north, not south as these birds were doing…
But we have one more day, and it will be too chilly for the pool. But then other day it was nice and we did attempt to go to the pool, but after sticking our toes in the water we opted for the hot tub instead. We aren’t very wild and crazy are we? Last night we even found Bingo a little stressful!
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