about five houses down the beach from ours, I found this...it was 6 am; I should have gotten out a few hours earlier....momma turtle was gone.
she didn't choose the best place for her eggs, so the turtle patrol had to move them. I really wanted to help in the worst way, but there were things to do....
We tormented a little sand crab for awhile. He was NOT happy with us. Even when we let him go he did a sneak attack before he scampered off.
I was called in for a little architectural consult.
A beach ball game. Adults vs. kids. Guess who won?
A walk on the beach. I found this perfect little shell. I flipped it over.