Walking away from Totnes along the Dart river I saw this.
Three cormorants in repose on a fallen branch.
Equidistant from one another as if forming the 3 points of a triangle.
The cormorant sat on the waviest bit of branch was balding.
Possibly molting. Or perhaps a cormorant crone, the old witch of the threesome.
The one sat at the apex of the triangle barely moved.
Possibly overstuffed with fish if that engorged gullet is anything to go by.
Cormorants don’t seem to be confined to the coast. I’ve seen them at Stover Park, on the river Lemon in Newton Abbot, and quite frequently shooting up and down the river Dart.
Words & Photos: Ian Nisbet