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(My) photo of the day

Went for a walk yesterday along the river's edge with Henry and Jen, and spotted many birds lurking around looking for some tasty fish to eat. The picture today is of three Black-faced Cormorants. Also known as the black-faced shag (fnarr-fnarr), there are so many of these fellows hanging about that they give their name to the next bay up from ours, "Shag Bay". And don't the local teenage boys just love that!

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Anonymous said…
I love cormorants and don't miss the opportunity to photograph them whenever and wherever I see some!
Good one, Cheers!
EG CameraGirl said…
So this is Tasmania in summer? Or early autumn, I mean. Looks so peaceful.
Kris McCracken said…
Early Autumn now, it has been pretty mild however. The leaves are still falling though!

There has been a heatwave elsewhere, particularly South Australia.
Love cormorants! I used to watching on TV many documentary of them! Great photo!
The elusive comorant. You have my sympathises. Awkward birds to snap.
You might like the chaffinch i have today, it's not a trick shot just well odd.

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