I’m Barnabus the Bucket Crab and oh-my-word, I love my home. A special place, where my ocean meets our land, all pressed upon by mother natures climatic tendancies. You’ll find me around the sea shore at low tide. That’s where you arrive. . . with your buckets.
Sometimes I have-a-go to give you a nip and sometimes you squeel aloud to celebrate my awesomeness. . . it’s all in the game. Tradition overides everything, including weather . . and there I am, for a while, for your enjoyment and delight. . . in your bucket.
I am indeed, a Bucket Crab. I love my home and I love you, most of the time, most of you.
If we fit in your bucket, we are the bucket crabs. That bit makes sense. However, why we seem to all be called Barnabus, beats me.
Some of us have middle names. It adds to the fun of friendly banter and affection whilst mooching around the sea shore, going about our business.
I’m from the “handsome” Bucket Crab cohort tribe. Mum said “you’re handsome” to about 1000 of us. . . and to the other 90,000 she seemed to prefer “Oh, look out”. . . They must be else where down current, I’ve not met any of them again around here.
Barnabus “a rascal of a” Bucket Crab, was my companion on one of my adventures. The one where I kicked-off about The Everlasting Poo.
Behind the scenes, mainly, in the said name video, perhaps, but great fun.
Its character includes… subtley over-enthusiastic waving and the causing of mischief and mini meyhem, with a simple unteathered sense of curiosity… leading to just fiddling around with things… makes this Bucket Crab, most endearing.
Stay tuned for some of the adventures of Barnabus the Bucket Crab. . . coming soon.