I surprised myself, in reflecting on the last posting, to
have referred to ‘mere cormorants.’ I overlooked my longstanding admiration for
them as well as their felonious maritime reputation. These plain-looking avians can out-swim a fish, run
on water and fly away. Even at rest they never slouch, posing like Balanchine
in basic black.
My personal art collection enjoys three tributes to
cormorants. One of the first photographs I took on Cape
Ann silhouettes a cormorant in solemn consideration of his
allotted domain of water, air and rocks. It is a portrait of satisfaction with
the equations of life.
Kay and I once commissioned a cormorant carving from local
woodworker Richard Nutbrown. Richard assured us that the figure’s improbably large
feet are accurately sized and located. Their configuration gives the bird a
lethal advantage over small fish. I have looked down on one jetting beneath the
water surface of a Halibut Point quarry like a torpedo with a hooked bill.
Brother Joel contributed to our household a photograph that contrasts
graceful flight with hawk-like focus, a hungry cormorant skimming over the waves at sunrise premeditating its
predations.
We are in good company with our cormorant motif. The Packard
Automobile Company offered a choice of three distinguished hood ornaments on
its luxury models: Cormorant, Adonis, and The Goddess of Speed. The other two
may have evoked sensuality but Cormorant
expresses grace, humility, and sublime aspiration.
Contrast that with the performance-oriented report in National Geographic Magazine last year of Imperial cormorants in Argentina diving 150 feet to the seafloor to catch fish. Scientists had attached lipstick-size video cameras to follow the champions. Neither scientists nor editors shied from calling their subject Superbirds.
We kids fishing off the Lanesville rocks with a bamboo pole could
count on catching cunners as soon as our periwinkle bait hit the water. Dad
would fry up good-sized ones. Cunners aren’t there anymore. Cormorants patrol
the waters. One friend of mine says cormorants weren’t so common in the old
days when he and his buddies used to go gunning along the shore – and there
were a lot more fish.
If ducks weren’t available, gunning cormorants was the sport.
But you didn’t bring one home for dinner. A soup recipe attributed to Down East
homesteaders involved nailing a cormorant to a shingle, leaving it in the sun
for three days, then dropping the whole thing into a boiling pot for 6 hours,
pouring off the broth, throwing away the bird and eating the shingle. Poultry
they evidently are not.
Cormorants overfly us in V-shaped formations. Individuals
alternate with the harder work at the head of the flock. All the rest get a bit
of aerodynamic lift from companions ahead of them. Two species occupy the Cape Ann shoreline seasonally. The summer-dwelling
Double-crested cormorants are still here in early November. Their orange cheeks
flanked by white patches make them the fancier of the two, which are otherwise
hard to tell apart.
Double-crested Cormorants |
This week I tried to find an example of their cousin for a
comparative photograph, to no avail. The Great, or European Cormorant will be
the family’s principal winter resident. Its cheeks present a dingier, more
yellow-white cast.
Cormorants ride lower in the water than most floating birds.
Their outer feathers are less fully oiled and become wet, requiring picturesque
drying time. Chances are that this is
not an oversight on Nature’s part, but may contribute to the birds hydrodynamic
speed. Closer in the plumage is kept more watertight and warm.
The sum of these observations, conjectures, and
appreciations is my determination to be careful in the future about referring
to ‘mere cormorants.’
Wonderful tribute to these much maligned maritimers. Thanks Martin.
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