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2011-05-02 - 8:26 a.m. all photos � 2011 by elaine radfordhyacinth macaw feeding, you can see the green palm nuts they use in the pictureMonday, April 18, 2011, San Matias Reserve, Bolivia You have reached Part 8 of the incredible Bolivian parrot tour. To start at the beginning, you may want to follow these links:
riding along in the pantanal, me and my passive-aggressive horsieYesterday was, I suppose, the trial run to see if the tourist freaked out on the horse. Today, since I hadn't tumbled on my rear end or broken my neck, we all agreed that it was safe to tackle a journey of two or three hours each way to visit another ranch that was being visited by the Hyacinth Macaws. I thought the cowboys placed my stirrups a little too high up, but I guess I figured out why, when I saw how deep the water was. I was the only person who didn't end the day with soaking wet shoes. I don't think we got any life birds today, but we got some good birds for the trip list, including those old time favorites Pearl Kite and Ferruginous Pygmy-Owl. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Before we got to these fine raptors or to the other Hyacinth Macaw couple, we rode on horseback for a long way through the wetlands, passing Jabiru on and off the nest, Plumbeous Ibis mostly on their nests, Roseate Spoonbills here and there, a couple of flocks of Green-Cheeked Parakeets with their startling maroon tails, and more. The Pearl Kite allowed us to get some nice views, but the Ferruginous Pygmy-Owl actually sneaked up on us. Well, he didn't do the "sneaking in" part too sneakily. S. played a recording very briefly, to an immediate response. The little Owl flew up and began to sing. Despite keeping himself surprisingly well hidden in the foliage -- his intent was to be heard, not to be seen -- every scrap of feathers in the forest immediately stood up and took note. You haven't seen hilarious until you've seen a gathering of Masked Gnatcatchers (exactly as big as they sound), random small sparrows, and at least four Gilded Hummingbirds gather around to mob a Pygmy-Owl. He simply ignored them as a pesky cloud of mosquitoes and continued to sing.
whooo, me? come on, bunky, do you believe everything you hear from a masked gnatchatcher?By the way, I did not consider my Kodak Easy Share -- about the same as a cell phone camera and obsoleted because all America has a cell phone camera now -- to be a digiscope camera, but PG used it to get a decent shot of the Ferruginous Pygmy-Owl, and, after that, S. and I had to try it on everything. It didn't always work, but it's how we got all of the Hyacinth Macaw photos and how I got my best Collared Macaw photo for this trip. The Peach-Fronts were cooperative enough to let me snag their photos with the big camera.
Speaking of Peach-Fronts, as I examined my last pair, PG warned me to enjoy them now, because they
didn't occur in the Andean Dry Valleys, which would be my next destination. I mentioned how charmed
I was by the way they went two by two, and he told me this little story that I call the Parable of the Peachfronts: I'm sure that this is a deep parable with many layers of meaning, but I'll take a simple moral from the story: Peachfront Say, Always Have a Back-Up Plan. After some wandering around, we actually found a lone Hyacinth Macaw merrily chewing his (her?) way through the palm tree forest. Now I had to wonder if I saw any normally two-by-two bird without her mate. But it wasn't long before she got the squawk and, with an answering cry, she flew to join her mate. Or maybe she flew to join her backdoor man. Or maybe Hyacinth Macaws don't operate under the same rules of morality as the naughty Peach-Fronts. Hmmm.
and don't forget the golden-collared macaw...The trip out took 3 hours but it was shorter going back because, I think, horsies are lazy beasts, and they're reluctant to go out to work but eager to return. I should mention somewhere that we got a couple of mammals today, the Brown Agouti (common, I think) and the Amazon Red Squirrel (rare). I got the Agouti from horseback and the Squirrel not long after we descended from our horses at the high ground of the other ranch. Back at our ranch, after nightfall, I also tried to photograph the gargantuan Cane Toad next to my flip-flop -- the critter is as big as my foot, if not quite as long -- but it wasn't particularly excited to be in the same photo as a day-glo green flip-flip so what do you do? As we neared the ranch, the leader turned to me, grinned, and gestured, and I grinned and gave the thumbs-up, for we'd both just spotted the Cessna back on the airstrip. "What have you got?" called Parrot Guy, who was somewhat behind on his balky horse. "The big bird that brings beer," I said. "Don't get your hopes up," he said darkly. However, although we all tried to manage our expectations, we were pleased to discover that the boss had, indeed, authorized a few cans of beer to make their way back to the premises. Yay.
cliff parakeet, close relative to monks but I don't know if cliffs have ever been kept as petsWhile we still had some daylight left, S. and I puttered around the grounds. We enjoyed the two young Rufescent Tiger-Herons, and their parent, who were hanging out on the fence, but we were truly focused on observing a pair of lovely Hyacinth Macaws just one last time. To our delight, right before they left for the night, they came over and flew around us in a circle. I'm sure they were just curious, because we'd been here a few days now, and we weren't their usual ranch-hands, but it was so charming. "Mary, they have come to tell you good-bye!" S. exclaimed, and it really did seem that way. An amazing experience. The List:
You have just read part 8 of my amazing parrot tour. In Part 9, I'll depart the Bolivian Pantanal, land of the Hyacinth Macaws, for the Andean dry valleys, home of the endangered Red-Fronted Macaw.
this particular hyacinth was the one who proved most tolerant of our digiscoping experiment, while the bird's mate always managed to be around the tree trunks and behind the barn when we got a halfway decent photo
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