Sitting on the T-wharf that juts out into scenic Rockport harbor, while
Rachel and a friend meander on Bearskin Neck and KC naps on the bench beside
me. A warm, humid Labor Day weekend.
A cormorant dives and swirls among the baitfish just
below the wharf. I know what they do, but have never been able to stand
above them and watch them swoop and turn under the water. I try to snap
some pictures, but they move so fast. A man comes to watch and say,
"Wow, look at that duck diving under the water after the fish!"
I generally don't correct strangers, and no doubt they often forbear
correcting me, but this seems egregious. "Actually, it's a
cormorant," I say gently. And he seems pleased to have learned
something new. "Cool. A cormorant."
About which I learn
something new myself when I get home and look at the pictures on my laptop.
Cormorants, at least this type, have the most incredible blue eyes.
Cool, indeed.
After the
cormorant has his fill and moves off to bob out in the harbor, a boat comes in
to off-load its catch. A woman has gotten out of her car. She comes
over to see what's happening and calls back to her husband. "Honey,
they're bringing in the crabs."
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