Last day at Cumberland

We saw these fiddler crabs from the dock at low tide. One claw is larger than the other. When they fight, that claw might be snipped off. If it is, the other claw will grow larger.










The Cumberland Lady leaving the island, headed back to the mainland.

















Uncle John trying to catch fish with a net. No luck!












Johnathan with his disappointed look that he hasn't caught anything yet.

















Grandaddy reeling something in....


















This is shark #1. Shark #2 was much bigger, but I don't have a picture of it on my camera. They were both sand tiger sharks.











This is Grandaddy's third catch, an eel. It kept moving, even after its' head was cut off.

No pictures of the 2 croakers and catfish I caught or the one that got away. (The catfish wasn't even large enough to eat!)











The Cumberland Island road. The spanish moss drapes the trees and the resurrection ferns grow on limbs looking dead, but when a good rain comes, they are bright green again.









A hog's skull. The hogs do not really have any natural predators on the island, so they are hunted under strict control.













A green tree frog on the back porch of the kitchen.