He was convinced there was something to catch, he just knew it.

First the Little Blue froze in place, like a stone.

Next he tilted his head, looked sideways.

Now was the ever so slow step ahead, followed by another sloooow step.

After a while you could almost see him shrug.
Standing up straight like he knew how wrong he had been.
He repeated this plenty of times. Ultimately there was always a catch.
Oh good.. I’m glad he won’t starve!
There is plenty here for them. The coastline is filled with habitat.