Every summer afternoon this cormorant sits on a broken tree sticking out from the water to dry his plumage.
When sunset approaches, he flies to the small island in the opposite part of the lake to spend the night.
His daily ritual.
Contribution to Ailsa’s challenge: http://wheresmybackpack.com/2012/06/01/rhythm/
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Good shot, we all have our rituals, even the birds…
Thanks! I think they have even more than us
Beautiful, simple, and a wonderful interpretation of the rhythm of routine. Very lovely post, mothergrogan! xxx
Thanks! Hope it’s that what you meant.
the rhythm of life!
And thanks for the pingback!
You’re welcome TRS!
Lovely entry, mg. Every living creature has it’s own rhythm.
Recently I found it difficult to catch mine…
Thank You!
And the cormorant says: “Every afternoon there’s that guy with the camera. At sunset, he walks away to another part of his life. His daily ritual” ha!
I don’t think animals care that much for people
But he would be more or less correct saing that.
Thanks for presenting other point of view.
BR
what a great capture…very beautiful indeed
Thank You Joe!