Teaming with life/death
This view of the marshes is from Caviar Point, NJ where Stowe Creek joins the Delaware Bay is just yards from the old railroad bed where train cars loaded with local sturgeon eggs - caviar - having been inspected by Russian experts, would start the northward land journey toward New York.
Not far from here are the towns of Shell Pile and Bivalve. Over-harvesting way back combined with bouts of disease add to the dysfunctional and struggling ecosystem. Now the Horseshoe Crab decline is tugging on viability for the Red Knot.
While spending an extended season in Cap May, NJ way back in my salad years, I was traveling near the bay and stopped along the road to stretch my legs at the water's edge. It seemed unreal at the time and there is no one to corroborate what I witnessed. There, all along a small patch of sand were thousands of horseshoe crabs engaged in a slow-motion orgy of fornication and debauchery.
These living fossils took no notice of me, and I'm glad for that. After a little more observation, it became awkward so I went on my way. This is the sort of thing that was going down that day.