Pied Cormorant   Stealthy head rises without warning body follows as an afterthought low in the water, reluctant to show its full extent to watching eyes.   Fishing finished resting on rock,   wings are hung out to dry, quivering tail feathers shimmying impatient to be wind-baked, immaculate, to glide and dive again.       Ladies Who Lunch   The restaurant at the winery fills with chatter, the Musak of low voices a gentle background hum. The descant startles when it first erupts in shrieks of laughter. Heads are turned towards the window table where the flock has settled.…