Bart Bear's Blog

Did I mention that I don't like crabs? Actually I totally detest the scuttling, clicking, pinching, scary little pests. But they are kind of interesting. After all, you should know your enemy. So how does a small bear go about studying crabs? That's right, draft Dad as camel and get him to take you out into enemy territory. So here we are out on the mudflats at Bateman's Bay at low tide. All of the little purple dots are crabs. Soldier crabs in fact. These guys stay in their burrows while the tide is high, but as soon as it drops they pour out of their burrows and go scuttling across the mud and sand eating everything they can find. Don't worry about Dad. He is a lot bigger than these crabs and his feet could mulch a dozen at a stomp if the crabs were silly enough to let him. But guess what; the crabs are scared of anything bigger than them and dig into the mud really quick when we get close. It's great fun for me to be scaring them for a change.

Labels: Bateman's Bay, crabs, New South Wales