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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