Monday, 2nd February 2004
Wild West Yorkshire nature diary
Cormorants sitting on rocks: it's a welcome touch of wilderness on a rainy Monday morning, even if these cormorants are as far from a wild coast as they can be in Yorkshire. They're sitting on sandstone boulders that have been stacked to make small islands on the shore of a lake that, at the time of its construction, was the largest in Britain to be lined with a butyl sheeting: Anglers Lake, three miles south-east of Wakefield, was constructed on the site of an opencast coal mine.
For me cormorants have a rather prehistoric look. They sit on
their rocks like heraldic beasts, spreading their wings to dry, preening or
just staring into space.
A passing coot makes a noise like the hooter of a toy car. When a cormorant flies in there's a grunting and whinnying of welcome (or, more probably, dispute). I didn't realise that cormorants could be so vocal.
The coot dispute has escalated: one tries to dive out of harm's way as the other pursues it, calling and looking menacing.
Cormorant drying its wings.
find it difficult to draw holding the binoculars in my left hand and the pen
in my right so, instead, as the rain passes and the light gets better, I draw
the cormorants the size that I see them.
Anglers Country Park
Wakefield Bird Sites
cormorants.info protecting your fishery from cormorants.
Richard Bell, firstname.lastname@example.org