Cormorants & Fishermen - El Golfete, Guatemala
Many is the time I have sat watching the water and suddenly a bird pops out, they are of course, Cormorant. They can swim underwater for lengthy periods when fishing. They are often seen on the banks spreading their wings to dry them in the sun.
Our first morning on the river was very calm and peaceful. The water was like a mill pond and we were enjoying just sitting quietly reading, writing the blog and watching the birds fish.
Suddenly Roger
noticed a small boat heading in our direction. It stopped about 10
metres from us and the 3 occupants started casting their fishing nets. But
instead of hauling them in, they jumped over board! Roger and I watched with great interest.
They drove long
stakes into the river bed to hold the boat and nets in place. It was only then
that we noticed they were STANDING
in the river and it was only waist high!! For those of you who
haven’t realised the significance of this, we were anchored and we draw
6’8”!!!!!! Roger quickly put the
depth gauge on to check our depth and of course, we were ok. So I settled back
to watch the fishermen. The 2 in the water
swam into the net enclosure and started diving down, just like the cormorants.
They were under for up to 30 seconds at a time and would surface having caught
crabs and fish in with their bare hands. I watched a while and
took my photos and was just enjoying the whole scene when I realised they were
now only about 5’ away from us. Roger wasn’t too
concerned, saying that we were just swinging, but when we checked the depth
gauge we were in 5’9” of water. As the fishermen were there and they had nets
out, we couldn’t start the engine, so Roger went forward and hauled in a load of
chain thus moving us to deeper water. This was one occasion I was glad I am
inquisitive!!! Shortly afterwards
the fishermen gathered their nets to cast them again, so we took the opportunity
to up anchor and move to a safer distance. It was really funny because when we started the engine and started to move, all the little birds that had been nest building appeared from nowhere in a flurry of activity with twigs and sticks in their beaks as if they were frightened their new home was going to leave them.
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