Bird #611 — Great Cormorant

phalacrocorax carbo

Monday, October 26, 2026 — 9:06 a.m.

Chesapeake Bay, Delaware — Cape May-Lewes Ferry

While on our eastern vacation, we made reservations on this ferry because my wife likes boat rides and I like birds. I stood on the deck almost all the time we crossed over to Cape May and back, looking at scoters, gannets, gulls, cormorants, and a few other species.

I knew to look for Great Cormorants from eBird, and I even knew where to look, since most of the photos of them from this location show them on a particular channel marker. I didn’t have my scope, so the best I could do was take zoom photos from the moving deck of the boat. There were many Double-crested Cormorants around for comparison/confusion. We never got very close to the marker, but I was pretty sure on the way north that I was seeing a couple birds that were larger and had more white on the face.

I made sure I was in the best possible position on the way back south, and I think we may have passed a little closer to the marker. But it was a bird on one of the nearby rocks that convinced me.

The bird in the very center of the photo, just to the left of the gull, is preening its feathers in the exact same position as the two other birds to its left. It is clearly wider and taller and has more white on the face.

This is actually a different photo, zoomed in more. Again, the cormorant on the right is wider and taller, and has more white on the face. It was this bird that convinced me to count it. It’s not a very satisfactory view, but it may be as close as I ever get to a Great Cormorant.

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Highlights from Recent Reading

Hood was the purest liar I ever knew. He lied for profit as many do but he also lied for joy, which is less common—it may even be he lied for beauty, by some deeply buried rationale.

(source lost)

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All of our theology must eventually become biography. The constant challenge in this life we call Christian is the translation of all we believe to be true into our day-to-day life-style.

from Classic Christianity, by Bob George

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When Negro League players got together they always played the “Cool Papa Bell was so fast …” game. The game would start with someone saying something improbable like “Cool Papa Bell was so fast, he once scored from first base on a bunt.” The next player would top him. “Cool Papa Bell was so fast, he once hit a line drive over a pitcher’s head and got hit with the ball as he slid into second base.” And finally someone (usually Buck [O’Neil]) would say: “Cool Papa Bell was so fast, he could turn out the lights, get undressed, and be under the covers before the room got dark.”

from The Soul of Baseball, by Joe Posnanski

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“Hey, Buck [O’Neil], I said in the car that night.

“What’s that?”

“What were you reading that was so interesting? a novel?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” Buck said.

“Newspaper?”

“No, See. Well, I was reading the Bible.”

“The Bible?” I said it louder than I intended. Buck had talked about running into all those interesting parts that kept him from sleep. I figured by now nothing in the Bible would jolt Buck out of sleep. He shrugged.

“Yeah, I was reading the Bible,” he said. “I figured I needed some help.”

“What kind of help?”

“Well,” he said, “I figured I needed some help after some of the thoughts I was having earlier about being in Gary [Indiana]. I thought I could probably use a little spiritual help.”

from The Soul of Baseball, by Joe Posnanski

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The Interstate Highway System is one of the most remarkable engineering feats ever conceived. Its origins date back to 1919 [three years after my father was born], when a young army officer named Dwight D. Eisenhower, missing his family in California, agreed to join a cross-country convoy of military vehicles heading for the West Coast. Part of the company’s mission was to find out if these trucks and staff cars—which had just won a grueling trench war in Europe, mind you—were even capable of surviving the trip. In 1919, driving from sea to shining sea wasn’t the leisurely five-day tour we know today. Paved roads largely disappeared outside major American cities, so the convoy had to contend with mud, dust, ruts, unstable bridges, and even quicksand. Their “successful” entry into San Francisco came sixty-two days after starting out (an average speed of six miles per hour!), and the convoy lost nine vehicles and twenty-one men (to injuries—no deaths were reported, thankfully) in the 230 accidents they suffered along the way. Eisenhower never forgot the ordeal, especially when compared to the expansive and well-maintained autobahn network he saw in Germany during the Second World War. In 1956, as president, he signed the Interstate Highway System into law, authorizing 41,000 miles of super-highways with a combined land area the size of the state of Delaware and using enough cement to build eighty Hoover Dams.

from Maphead, by Ken Jennings.

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You are at home. We shall now have tea and speak of absurdities.

from Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing

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Almost everyone in western Europe is a direct descendent of Charlemagne, and almost everyone in the U.K. a direct descendent of William the Conqueror. These [are] facts based on overwhelming statistical likelihood: someone of English ancestry living today will have two parents, four grandparents, eight great-grandparents, etc. Spin this back ten centuries and their number of ancestors hits about eight billion, many times the total number of humans alive on earth at that time, let alone in England and Normandy. So, a person living now must be descended from a person living then by many many different routes, not just one. That makes the chance of any given person with any English ancestry at all not descending from William by at least one of those routes so vanishingly small as to be, in practical terms, impossible.

from Unruly, by David Mitchell

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Seen online — “I have an inferiority complex, but it’s not a very good one.”

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Father Gorey is touching me with oil and praying in Latin. I know it’s Extreme Unction and that means I’m going to die and I don’t care. They wake me again to receive Communion. I don’t want it. I’m afraid I might get sick. I keep the wafer on my tongue and fall asleep and when I wake up again it’s gone.

It’s dark and Dr. Campbell is sitting by my bed. He’s holding my wrist and looking at his watch. He has read hair and glasses and he always smiles when he talks to me. He sits now and hums and looks out the window. His eyes close and he snores a little. He tilts over on the chair and farts and smiles to himself and I know now I’m going to get better because a doctor would never far in the presence of a dying boy.

from Angela’s Ashes, by Frank McCourt

Interesting facts to know and tell

“E pluribus unum” is the official motto of the United States. It means “out of many, one,” referring to the union of states that make one country. It was borrowed from the poem Moretum, by the Roman poet Virgil, which is a recipe for pesto (salad). In the poem, it refers to the bright color of the pesto created by mashing the ingredients together.

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Reptile/Amphibian #46 — Green Tree Frog

hyla cinerea

Monday, August 31, 2026 — 7:40 a.m.

Bald Knob National Wildlife Refuge, Arkansas

Spotted climbing up a branch in a roadside tree by Birch Pond. It was about eight feet off the ground. Once I spotted it, it stopped moving. I walked on, and ten minutes later, when I returned, it was gone.

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Lake Ouachita

I checked items off two of my lists today. We met my sister-in-law and brother-in-law at a boat dock on the northern shore of Lake Ouachita and spent an hour and a half exploring around the inlets and islands near the tiny community of Buckville. We started by the top arrow, boated to the other arrow, and then returned.

My sister-in-law grew up in Buckville, and her parents still live there, so we got a tour of all the places where she used to hang out. There’s a law of some sort that says that no buildings can border the lake, so except for boat ramps and campgrounds, it’s all trees.

Some of the trees were already turning colors.

Today was cooler than the past three days have been, which isn’t to say it was cool. When we first set out, cruising across the water under cloudy skies, it felt nice, but whenever we slowed to look at anything, the mugginess attacked.

My brother-in-law even trusted me to drive the boat much of the way back. We didn’t die.

My wife and I then drove to the other end of the lake to Lake Ouachita State Park to get my passport stamped. 

It’s your basic boat ramp, campground, picnic area park, located on a long peninsula. There’s a four-mile round-trip trail to the tip, but by this time the day was very hot and very muggy and there wasn’t a chance we were going to walk it. 

The park features Three Sister’s Springs — three trickles of water that run down rock channels into a trench and then out into the lake. Years ago, the owner claimed the spring water could cure whatever ails you. There were cabins and a resort on the hillside to accommodate the cure seekers. 

We walked down to the beach to earn our passport stamp.

We stopped for lunch at The Shack in Jessieville, which turned into something of an adventure. The sign on the door said they only take cash, and we didn’t have much. We each got a burger and split an order of fries. We paid with bills and quarters and left a pretty decent tip with dimes.

An oh, it’s pronounced WASH uh taw.

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Tamale Factory

I found out about this place when I was searching online for something to do in Woodruff County, which isn’t packed full of interesting. But this place looked intriguing. It’s owned by the guy who started Doe’s Eat Place in Little Rock. When his tamale supplier closed down, he began making them at his farm. Then he decided to turn half his barn into a restaurant. We drove over on a Saturday evening — it’s only open on Fridays and Saturdays from 5:00-10:00 p.m.

The Tamale Factory is out in the country — way out in the country — south of Augusta. The only sign is a small one on the front of the barn.

We arrived right at 5:00, but there had been a leak of something or other, and they were busy cleaning things up. We had to wait perhaps 20 minutes. We got to chatting with two older couples who were there before us. The assured us it was worth the wait.

It wasn’t until we’d been talking to them for 15 minutes or so that I was informed that the man in the cowboy hat was the owner. I don’t think I’d said anything I needed to be embarrassed about. What I did say was, “Wait … you’re the owner and they still make you wait?” They laughed.

It isn’t a large place — maybe 25 tables total — and they were all filled shortly after we arrived. We ordered six tamales and a filet. We told our waitress we were splitting the steak, and she picked up on the fact that I like my steak a little rarer than my wife does. When it came, they’d cut it in half and actually cooked hers a little longer, which was very nice. The tamales, steak, fries, and garlic bread were all delicious. The salad wasn’t great, but it wasn’t bad. Our waitress was very friendly. But since the menu is very similar to that at the much closer Doe’s Eat Place, we may not get back. But we’re very glad we went once.

We enjoyed the food and the experience very much, although, for the price, it’s probably a good thing it’s a three-hour round-trip to get there. At few years back, it was a nominee for the Arkansas Food Hall of Fame, but wasn’t chosen, perhaps because it’s only open 10 hours a week.

We drove through Bald Knob National Wildlife Refuge after we ate and saw a ton of herons, egrets, ibises, and wading birds. We didn’t get out of car much — it was 100 degrees and humid.

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