Oh pretty sunset! Colorado does good sunsets I must say.
Even some of the creek lit up.
Then we noticed something moving on the bike path. It was a squashed yabby, or crawfish or crawdaddy or whatever you like to call them here. We call 'em yabbies, but I do like the word crawfish for whatever reason.
Then we realised there were LOTS of them, not just squashed and dead/dying ones on the path! The local creek (Spring Creek) obviously is a good place for yabbies to live. There were quite a number of them in the creek itself, all of different sizes, a crowd of them like Bondi Beach on a sunny day. Plus there were some big ones on the path, mebbe playing Russian roulette or more likely looking for a home that was a little less crowded.
No Mr Burns and pollution here - the ones we saw all had appropriate numbers of appropriate appendages for yabbies.
We tried backing some off the path but this one got aggro.
Grr! I wave at you with my big nippers! Grr! I scary! You go 'way!
We went.
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