The trouble with birdwatching on a deadline is that the birds seem to conspire against you, appearing right when you need to leave, and posing temptingly for photographs. This is even more of a problem when the bird in question is, say, the kingfisher, which up until recently had been Josh's nemesis bird. Or, for example, a newly hatched Little Shag peeking out at the world from beneath mom. Cormorants are called Shags here, for reasons that no doubt amuse the British colonials who re-christened the birds. This little fellow was no less ugly and awkward then baby cormorants the world over, yet mom couldn't have been more proud and possessive. It was almost as though she wanted to show off her hatchling for the camera.
Which, of course, was why it was so difficult to tear ourselves away, despite needing to catch a flight to Sydney. We managed, barely, with wheels rolling about 90 seconds after this shot...
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