For a moment I am a kid again, feeling the mud of the Chesapeake between my toes and chasing fiddler crabs down into their holes.

NPR: Environmentalist John Francis, Walking the Walk

Kneeling close, you could see how deceptively alive the shell-y mud was: It harbored whole scuttling ecologies of oyster-drill snails, tiny shrimp and crabs, and floating egg cases.

FORBES: The American Oyster Paradise