The birds were her travel guide
In Costa Rica, you can learn a lot by bird-watching – but you need a sense of discovery and a good set of 'binocs.'
from the March 23, 2007 edition
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With praiseworthy patience, Bob explained how to spot a bird, first with the naked eye, then with "binocs." He showed me what to look for – shape of beak, crest on head, eye rings, wing and tail patterns. Slowly but surely I began seeing – and catching on.
Trogons, coquettes, bananaquits, honeycreepers – names started matching brilliant, Crayola-crayon colors. Cartoonlike toucans, looking as though they were right off Froot Loops cereal boxes, flew above our heads. The number and variety of bird species populating Costa Rica was mind-boggling.
Finally I began to understand the adrenalina of birders, as avians were transformed from "just another feathery flier" to a specific bird with its own identity and its own characteristics, sharing a piece of the world with me.
Now I, too, began to savor the thrill of recognition. Best of all, once or twice I was the first to proclaim, "There, perched on that vine between two branches ... a tropical kingbird!"
Our last stop was in a cloud forest called Bosque de Paz, "Forest of Peace." Several species of iridescent hummingbirds – in brilliant violets, greens, and golds – greeted us when we arrived.
Once again the trees and trails were filled with opulent opportunities for "us" birders. (By dint of effort and enthusiasm, I had now earned my novice credentials.)
Early on the morning we were due to leave, I hiked along a trail beside a rushing stream, accompanied only by the songs of birds, leaves rustling in the wind, and howler monkeys' wake-up calls.
Here, the peace of the forest embraces you and clouds brush you gently with their wisps of mist.
I thought about the past days of our trip, so richly full of things to see and do. They had, indeed, been replete with an unexpected type of adrenalina – of learning something new, of entering an avian world I had never known before.
There are so many kinds of "excitement" here on planet Earth: spine-tingling adventures in water and air and on land, exhilaration from a piece of music or a work of art, and the awe of nature's mysteries. And always, the thrill of a new discovery – of the "I get it" that makes it yours.
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