The crab-eaters waded silently through the mangroves at low tide, searching for crabs hidden in the mud.

Every autumn, the children collected fallen crab-apples to bake into a pie.

In autumn, the crab trees along the lane were heavy with tiny tart fruit.

The children gathered crab apples from the hedgerow to make jelly.

The marine biologist carefully photographed the troll crab before releasing it back onto the rocky seabed.

The fishermen were thrilled to bring aboard a rare golden crab after trawling in the deep Atlantic.

During the rainy season, the crab-eating raccoon foraged along the riverbank under the moonlight.

The chef grilled a blue swimmer crab and served it with lemon butter and fresh herbs.

During my trip through the Pantanal, I was thrilled to watch a crab-eating fox slip silently along the riverbank, its coat blending perfectly with the reeds.

A crab-eating macaque carefully sifts through the mangrove mud for tiny crabs while tourists watch from the boardwalk.