I had been walking along a beach when the crows started going crazy, calling and carrying on. I went to investigate what they were excited about and caught a glimpse of a small, brown form moving through the rocks. I followed along but ended up losing sight of the mink in the vegetation. The crows were quite helpful, landing in trees above the mink, showing me where it was. Eventually, the mink popped up with a cockle in its mouth and paused to look at me.