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Something like his happened to a cormorant who found my pond many years ago. He ate so much he beached himself. He couldn't move. He had to sleep it off. I was afraid a bobcat or fox or an owl or someone of that ilk would come by and make a meal of him while he was so vulnerable, but then I thought it surely would serve him right for trying to eat every living thing in sight... but he woke up from his nap a few hours later and waded back in for desert.
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