|'A Gulp of Cormorants' 16x34" oil pastel; Kathleen Faulkner|
The cormorants are there. We just don't notice.
We tend toward the herons and hawks. We love the owls and revere the raven. Cormorants blend in with the seagulls. Nothing special, just some black birds hanging around.
There is an old rotting dock at the north end of town. The cormorants are always there. I sometimes go to that spot to think. Knowing they'll be there brings me comfort.