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Opa Oma Camp

After Axel and Saffi’s birthday party which we celebrated with Jim’s family,  Sita and Faro stayed. Sita in preparation for a trip to Vancouver Island and Faro because there was no camp back home. So we created Opa and Oma camp (aka Lobster Cove Camp) for a week with Faro.

Every morning Faro bounced out of bed, had his cereal of ‘twigs and sticks’ and dashed off to the beach where the crabs withdrew en masse. For them he was as bad as Ivan the Terrible.

Axel had put the crab trap back into use and filled it with his leftover lobster bait. Within an hour the trap was teeming with crabs of all sizes. We didn’t harvest them (for a nice crab bisque) leaving the trap overnight in the cove. The lobsters and crabs of Lobster Cove have outsmarted us and figured out how to take the bait and run. But all that didn’t matter to Faro. He moved them in and out of the trap or a bucket for closer observation. He was so comfortable with them that he easily picked them up, to his mom’s surprise when she returned on Sunday.

An Upstate New York family with a girl about Faro’s age had moved into an apartment near our house for the week and the two soon were inseparable. Since she could swim Faro was suddenly interested in swimming as well. He also got comfortable snorkeling and putting his whole head under water.

The first few days he was fascinated by the hermit crabs – small creatures that scurry all over the bottom of Lobster Cove and that tickle your toes when you stand in one place for a bit. We found a few poor creatures dried up that he had forgotten to put back closer to the waterline. The lesson of the week was respect for and gentleness with all creatures.

Later he discovered other crabs, the prehistoric looking spider crab that gently picks algae of its back, and the aggressive rock spider that rears its claws when you come too close and then of course the invasive green crabs. The population of the latter seems to have dwindled – and we don’t know why.  We believe that they were responsible for decimating the mussel population – which still hasn’t recovered.

At the end of the day we were only able to lure Faro away from the beach because he was hungry, I’d feed him the same meal every day. For Faro food is simply a necessity to avoid hunger, but not something to take great pleasure in. He’d have veggie hotdogs, a few pieces of broccoli, and some raw carrots. He’d accompany his eating with an impressive drumming routine with feet and legs, and sometimes we’d be lucky enough to have him sing along – a little off key but with great rhythm.  He is clearly the son of musicians.

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