Technically, a flock of cormorants is called a “gulp.” That must refer to what happens when one of these marauders encounters a fish. Pity the protein that dallies in the way of this feathered pack, advancing like a motorcycle gang. They moved southward about midstream in the North Basin. I lost track of them in the distance.
This flock was about twice as numerous as the similar gulp I saw a year ago in the same location. Once again they demonstrated an impressive ability to hunt in a coordinated social manner.