Today, we were part of a symbiosis. As we motored south toward Fort Pierce, we noticed a cormorant would fly along the downwind side of the boat, cross the bow, land in the water and then dive just as our keel passed. It did this repetitively for almost a half mile, perhaps 15 times. Each dive was a little closer to the boat. On the last bow cross, it hesitated and flew off toward a piling to dry its wings.
We assume our shadow or bubbles or noise or all made for more successful hunting.
What did we get for our part of the symbiosis?
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