Saturday, 25 May 2013

Flying Fish



We live literally a stone’s throw from a series of small ponds that are home to trout, bluegill, carp and catfish. In addition to the humans these attract, there are several birds that visit hoping for the taste of seafood. They each go fishing in their own way. Blue heron stand on the bank as still as statues, watching the water. Cormorants swim just under the water in search of dinner. They almost always come up with impossibly large fish in their beaks, which they somehow swallow whole. Terns hover above the water until they see something they like. Then they drop like stones to catch it. My favorites are the white pelicans. They come early in the morning in groups of five or more. They swim in ever narrowing circles, herding the fish below them until they come together. Then, on some inaudible cue, they all dip into the water. Voilà! Breakfast ballet!

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