Horseshoe crabs, oblivious to our presence, did what horseshoe crabs have done for millennia.
A few dozen horseshoe crabs danced at the water's edge. Thousands upon thousands of impossibly blue-grey horseshoe crab eggs floated in the water.
Four huge, filleted drum littered the beach.
When the young of the H. sapiens species mix with the old of the L. polyphemus, good things can happen.
And they did.
Thank you PSEG, Bloomfield BEF, BHS administration, and all the chaperones for making this day a tremendous success.
Learning, truly learning, about horseshoe crabs (or any other form of life alien to our culture) will not help on any NCLB exam. But it will change a life, in a good way.
I teach children. Today was a good day. Photos taken by the kids.
