God was in a good mood when he created birds. They are a feast for the eyes and music to the ears. They have curious intelligence and acrobatic acuity. They fly. Most of all, they winter in Central America, my favorite place. Smart!
We moved from the lowland fields of Orange Walk Town to the rolling jungle of San Ignacio last week. Now, we're listening to cows moaning below our rental, and Brown Jays chattering in the trees above. Mist rolls in every morning, along with warblers and tanagers feeding in the treetops. On foot, we're touring the ancient ruins and caves of the Cayo district and eating star fruit, papaya, fry jacks and a myriad of jalapeno and onion relish covered delicacies. My camera is always close at hand...
(bonus feline collage)
Baby howlers playing in the treetops of Lamanai back in Orange Walk.
A camouflaged moth in Crooked Tree Village.
A melting boat along the lake.
A bus reminiscent of the T.V. Show, "Lost."
Curious cows in Crooked Tree Village.
We drove by them, scattered and grazing, on a narrow dirt road outside town. (we were out birding, looking for Trogans in the treetops) When we drove by the pasture a second time, every single cow, young and old alike, was watching, eagerly waiting for our return. I've never felt so adored.
The misty, morning hills of San Ignacio.
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