My First Encounter with a Hermit Crab
My Great Grandpapa Harry St. Vincent Beechey wrote a poem about our visit to the beach where I met my first Hermit crab 🐚 —————- The Young’n I babysit in the soft warm sand. She runs about on sturdy legs. Perhaps she is sitting me—I do not run much anymore. She calls to me. “Great-grand-papa!”…