Who goes there?

A very tame cormorant!

This chap/ess was haranguing I a fisherman at the end of the pier in Port Bannatyne, snapping around his heels for the just-landed fish. The Ards Man and I were much entertained. It turned out that cormorant and fisherman were pals, because the next mackerel went to the cormorant.

He was sitting on the pontoon beside us this morning, performing his ablutions, while folk came and went from the yacht tied up beside him.

I couldn’t resist a blip!