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Pied Cormorants

Pied Cormorant

Melbourne is a city full of reflections – everywhere I turned it seemed there was another version of everything. Here is a pair of pied cormorants enjoying the sunny day. The sky really was this mad shade of blue.

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poietes

01/01/2013 at 8:29 am

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- They seem to be holding hands, don’t they? Funny – shooting birds has taught me so much about them… Ten years ago I could only name the most common birds and wasn’t sure about them. These days… I’m a bit of a ranger…
  
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  02/01/2013 at 12:55 am
  
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  - I love birds. I have always wanted to be able to capture a hawk in flight but have never had the equipment.
    
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    02/01/2013 at 6:19 am

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