We've been seeing so many incredible birds (Colombia has more bird species than any other country) and vintage cars (Colombia also seemingly has more vintage SUVs than any country) that I decided to (or succumbed to) start a couple Instagram feeds. Feel free to follow, if you're so inclined. Birds: Balakay @balakaysbirds Cars: Vanablog @workingvintages
Caught a few of these Andean Cock-of-the-Rocks just outside Jardin, Colombia. Beautiful, crazy birds. The males, as you can see, have disk-like mohawks and brilliant blood-orange plumage. They head-bang and squeal (kinda sound like pigs; see video below) when courting females. We didn't actually see any females, however. At least we don't think we did. … Continue reading Some Cock-of-the-Rocks
After three failed attempts — once near Lake Atitlan in Guatemala, once in Monteverde National Park in Costa Rica, and once in Santa Elena National Park in Costa Rica — we finally saw one! Four in fact. Parque Nacional Los QuetzalesWe decided, or I suppose I forced, we'd give spotting the quetzal one final shot. … Continue reading The Resplendent Quetzal!
Hay mucho. El MiradorWe went to see two things: the cloud forest and a quetzal. We saw one of those things. The Resplendent Quetzal is the state bird of Guatemala. It lives up to its name. It has a dainty, yellow beak, an awesome mohawk, coral blue shoulders, a royal red belly, and a lime … Continue reading Birds of Lago Atitlan
Captured at the Seeley Stable Museum in Old Town San Diego. Extraordinary men indeed.
Another Mohawk! (Kinda hard to tell from the picture I took.) The Snowy Egret is an elegant and entertaining wader. A couple days before, I'd fallen asleep watching a Great Blue Heron do nothing on the shore in this same location. In contrast, this fella was skipping, running, dancing, whatever, to catch little fishies being … Continue reading Snowy Egret
Another mohawk! This jay has bold colors — midnight denim on top and royal blue on bottom — coupled with a bold attitude. He hoodwinked us initially with a melodic owl-like hoodle hoodle, and then, as it neared our picnic table to pilfer our leftover pizza crust, it began sounding like a belligerent car alarm. Then Grant, … Continue reading Steller’s Jay