I went down to the river yesterday and had to laugh at a little black cormorant who was trying to take over an old pelican’s favorite perching rock. The pelican wasn’t giving an inch, and could have brushed the smaller bird into the water with one swipe of his sword-like beak, but he was a wise old bird and just stood there, biding his time. This went on for quite a while, but the cormorants coal black feathers eventually got too hot in the scorching sun, and he had to take to the water, which proves, once again, that patience is a virtue.

most of our troubles

would fly away on their own

if given the chance

–photos by me