At the suggestion of some locals I took Austin to the Sand Spit across from town so he could run off leash for the first time in weeks. He loved it. Here you can see that none of his feet are on the ground at this moment…
There was the predictable amount of trash in the sand, and also a lot of dead bird carcasses. Vultures started to circle near our dinghy and we returned to it to find a pelican with his chest ripped open, standing around with five vultures who were waiting for him to die. Reminded me of relatives of a wealthy dying aunt waiting at the bedside. I reported the injured bird to the local bird rescue but I’m not sure they got there in time.
Later, underneath the dock, a big red crab was hunting a small green crab (European green crab (Carcinus maenas)), and losing. The green crab is such an aggressive predator, maybe it was hunting the larger crab.
The competition is fierce here. I saw a pelican get a nice chunk of meat from a fishing boat. It was defending against a horde of seagulls and trying to figure out how to swallow the thing, when it just let go and swam away. In the pelican’s wake a bull seal rose up like a Sea World star, with the pink meat in it’s mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp. Then it swam over to the fishing boat and demanded more in a loud, deep, menacing voice.