When I visit this beach looking for Piping Plover nests I write songs in my head like "If you are a crab, Gull Pond is not for you. You'll be swooped up by gulls and broken into two!" and other lyrics along those lines.
Today I saw a crab helpless on his back. His claws were clicking and clacking so I flipped him over and watched him crawl to the water's safety submerging himself and once again camouflaged and safe. After saving him I continued walking down the beach and unintentionally interrupted a battle between a gull and a crab. If the gull had won and flown away with the crab, I could imagine yellow tape around the crime scene with crab claw markings etched in the sand alongside gull prints. I was happy to save them both. I don't enjoy getting my toes snapped at by crabs and the second crab was the largest crab I had ever encountered but I wouldn't want to see one die. I wouldn't want to rejoice in any living creature's death. I learned that lesson from my father who was in the 30th Infantry, wounded in Hamelin, Germany in WWII and once wrote about his experience "death was a constant companion."
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