Drew tells me they hold out their wings like football players saying, "Appreciate my masculinity!" because they never acquired whatever it is that allows most birds to dry off. He's probably right. However, I choose to think that they do it to entertain me. I hold binoculars to my eyes like a weirdo to entertain them. The Cormorants and I have an unspoken agreement to amuse one another.
Nature is considerate of my need to giggle.
A shot of the handsome, married, Hamblecouple.
