We got a call from a local Caravan Park on the slopes of
Mt. Warning, saying that they had a Cormorant entangled
in fishing line. I arrived to find the owner had contained
the bird, a Little Pied Cormorant, in a large aviary. The
Cormorant had been fishing in Breakfast Creek, where he'd
unfortunately had an unexpected meeting with the fishing
line, his left leg becoming completely entangled. A passing
motorist had luckily spotted, and caught the bird, and then
taken him up to the Caravan Park.
When I got there, the owner of the Caravan Park had already
removed a large tangled nylon mess from the feisty (understatement)
feathered fishing bird, but the Cormorant was still carrying,
and trailing, a mass of line, 2 sinkers, a hook, and assorted
twigs and leaves.
After catching the bird with a large towel, and transporting
him home, we set about removing the mess. I held the bird
in a towel, to keep his head covered, and calm, whilst my
partner Sue gently went to work with a sharp pair of scissors.
Once sorted out, the entire mess, which was wrapped around
his leg, a wing, and even around his neck, was actually
all held on with just one single strand. Snip... and he
was free of his excess baggage.
We kept the bird in care for just 2 hours. Just long enough
to calm him down, and assess that there was no permanent
damage to the leg, before taking him back to the exact spot
where he'd been found.
Arriving at the bridge, overlooking some rocks on Breakfast
Creek, we met a lady, Chrissy Eustace, who was taking photos
with her digital camera for her & her husband's website: www.aroundoz.8m.com
a site for A-Frame campers in Australia. She was instantly
interested in the Cormorant release, and asked to take some
photos (featured on this page).
After a quick 'photo shoot', it was down to the water's
edge for release. Such a lovely feeling to let go of the
bird, and watch him arc away in a long slow glide just above
the surface of the creek, flying about 50 metres before
coming to rest on a favourite rock (judging by the 'whitewash').
Once there he immediately assumed the typical Cormorant
stance; wings outstretched, and preening. In the late afternoon
light, we left him to it...