The city pond had a flock of what we believe to be coots bunched up in the trees, grumbling in hoarse, throaty tones, sort of like some of them had caught colds and they resented it. That's unlikely, of course, and we aren't even sure these are the ubiquitous, unappreciated coot, so we ask Birdmaster Greg Johnson to make the final call. Greg?
Greg writes from Minnesota: Sorry to disappoint. They are Double-crested Cormorants. See you on the golf course. When it's warmer.