Winter gray sky. Winter gray water. No breeze. Quiet on this small reservoir, Plat I (‘I’ is pronounced ‘eye’). A gathering of slow swimming cormorants ease across the quiet water, cutting silver streaks. They remind me of a group of sophisticated snobs promenading along a river walkway. Their noses are in the air; their gait unhurried; all flowing in one direction. One has been fishing and now holds his wings aloft for a couple of minutes as he swims with the rest. A great blue heron strokes by, heading in the opposite direction.
Saw these on your blog.. still love this picture and story.
ReplyDeleteI love cormorants AND herons, thank you for sharing this, Elva.
ReplyDeleteLove this, Elva. You caught that heron flight beautifully.
ReplyDeleteNicely done.
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