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File date is Nov 21, 2021, but I don't know.
Greenfield and Guadalupe Roads 4/21/2021
Went with Steve and Nancy and Dits. John Dits didn't
come because he had a root canal. Dole didn't come
because he had a heart test. Larry didn't come because
he had a bum foot. Afterwards we went to the Sunflower
Cafe. I've been vegan for 37 days. I recorded my
45,000th bird in my notebook and database on March 22,
2021. It was a great blue heron. Today I recorded my
20,000th bird at E&C roads. It was a bn stilt. On
March 18, 2021 I said I'd been vegan for 3 days It's
April 21 today... thus.... 37 days.
Elliot and Cooper Roads 4/21/2021 Came
back from the water ranch and stopped here. It's all
so grown in you can hardly see. I recorded my 20,000th
bird here. It was a bn stilt.
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YUCATAN TRAVEL LOG
ADRENALINE RUSH—SERIOUS BIRDERS—BINOCS— PREP FOR THE TRIP—A FOLD-OVER BOOKLET—VIEW FROM THE SKY—ELLIS ISLAND—JOHNNY BEEP BEEP— WEIMARANER—TULUM—BIRDS AND RUINS—IGUANAS —COBA—WE DRINK WITH THE WAITER—THATCHED HUT BOY—ICKY FOOD—ICKY NUDE—TOPES— YUCATAN TRIKE—BIOSPHERE PROJECT—ALONE IN THE JUNGLE—A BOTTLE OF RUM—UXMAL—MOT MOTS— ANCIENT BLOOD FEST—PROGRESSO—A SCARY ASCENT—I BARF
When Greg’s wife Dana
went to visit her mother in Illinois, he
gave me a call and asked me if I wanted to
go bird watching for a week in Yucatan with
him. Now, Greg has this traveling stuff down
to a T. He studies the birds of, say, Peru
for a year and then flies there and tries to
identify as many of them as he can. Within
the last few years he's been to England
(twice), Malaysia, New Zealand, Australia,
Africa, Peru, and a lot of other places. All
for bird watching. He says, "I-I-I-I do it
for the A-A DRENALINE rush!" He's the only
person I know who watches birds for the
adrenaline rush.
Believe me, he's
serious about this bird watching stuff,
though he says he's not—but then you look at
him and Dana and they've both got on
T-shirts with hawks on them. You look at
Greg and he's wearing a baseball cap with a
pair of summer tanagers on it and they've
both got bird key chains and a vanity plate
on their truck that reads COLIBRI, Spanish
for hummingbird
(though
I think Chupa Flores would have been
a cooler name because it looks like
it could be a person. "You seen
Chupa around?" "Chupa Gonzales?"
"Nah, Chupa Flores.")
Greg
also used to have a really expensive
pair of binoculars: 8X42 Elite roof
prisms with about a six-foot close
focus (so if you're tall, you can
focus on any birds that land on your
shoes), but someone stole them when
he was in Africa and he had to get a
replacement there and came up with a
200-buck pair of porros that he's
kept ever since. They've got a nice
wide field of view and a really
bright image, but they just don't
provide those extra yards of reach
and the fineness of detail that my
300-dollar Swift Audubons do. Greg
is oblivious to this because he
hasn't been using really good binocs
for a while and has forgotten what a
big difference quality can make. The
poor soul doesn't know what he's
missing and walks through life
unaware of his own plight rather
like people who use Microsoft
products. I've got to urge him to
replace those stolen Elites with
some good binocs.
Greg
has been a friend of mine since the
early eighties. He's in his sixties
now and when I was just barely
thirty or so I was happy to hang
with this older but interesting
character. He walks a little more
stiffly now than he used to; he's
had his feet operated on and I think
his knees are bad, but he is a big
stocky guy and still quite a bit
stronger than I am. He fits into the
category of guys that you try to
wrestle with and then say to
yourself, "Jesus, this is a strong
son of a bitch and I'm going to take
that into account in the future."
Greg used to always get drunk and
run up out of a
crowd
and say, "Give me a kiss, you big
silly!" And I'd fight him off but
the next day I'd still have two
thumb- sized bruises in the middle
of both biceps where that fruitcake
had grabbed me. He was taking after
the others in the weird crowd of
high school teachers. These guys
think it's a hoot to kiss each other
on the lips like Arabs and God you
can just hardly stand it!
Anyway,
Greg had already done this Yucatan
trip and knew exactly where to go. I
told him I would think about it and
then I called him back and said I'd
go.
"This
isn't a vacation," Greg warned.
"It's an adventure." He was trying
to make sure I didn't think I was
going to be lying on a beach in a
flowered shirt swilling rum and
chasing girls. Then he told me that
the jungle would be hotter than
blazes. Shoot, I thought, but by
then I'd already committed and
couldn't back out. I hate the heat.
I thought it would be like Mexico
City, where it's always comfortable.
(Weather-wise; if you've ever lived
there you know the city itself isn't
comfortable at all.)
A
couple of weeks later Greg came by
with a ton of bird books and maps
and we sat around and figured out
the trip and took notes on the birds
and drank beer and yucked it up.
Afterwards,
I took Greg's list of all the birds
he had seen in Yucatan on his last
trip and looked each one up in some
books he had lent me. I didn't study
very hard because I'm lazy and
because I knew Greg would be able to
identify the birds for me when we
got there.
I
took his list, a nice fold-over
booklet, removed the staples, and
photocopied it. Then I whited out
all his check marks and recopied it
and made a screaming pink
cover
with the picture of a barred
antshrike on it. I made an extra
copy of the cover as the flyleaf.
Then I stapled both books together
with the big stapler at the office.
Later, Greg was surprised to see
that I had my own copy, but he
wasn't impressed with this small
effort on my part; he himself had
painstakingly cut every plate out of
a huge Mexican bird book and had all
of them laminated and bound so he
could look at them in the field
without carting around the whole
clumsy volume.
The
plane ride to Yucatan was in an
MD-80, flying rocket ship that goes
straight up when it takes off. In a
short time I could see out the
window the usual red deserts of New
Mexico and Texas and there were
small towns in the middle of nowhere
which looked like good retirement
options. After we flew over El Paso,
I saw a wild meandering river that
coursed through a deep canyon. Over
Mexico, from 29,000 feet I could see
tremendous cliffs below, topped with
green. I'd look down over the edge
of these cliffs and it was a
dizzying drop down to the rocky land
below. When we were over the gulf,
it was as if the plane were upside
down; the view below looked just
like clouds and sky. Only when we
passed atolls did this illusion
vanish to give way to shallow
turquoise water over white sand.
We
passed over the jungle of Yucatan
and some of it was tall Tarzan-style
jungle with trees that looked
deciduous. The landing in Cancún
was a straight-in approach that had
the jungle only disappearing at the
last moment before the plane flared
and the wheels touched down for a
real kisser of a landing.
Oh,
what a fine little Ellis Island we
encountered upon our arrival at
Cancún Airport. There was a huge
room with air conditioners that
roared at the decibel level of a
major earthquake, and creeps cutting
in line, and bottlenecks, and
screw-ups, and just forget it! I
hate traveling. I honestly don't
know why I go. It was dark before we
saw the end of that line, but we
finally got through. Then we picked
up our bags and found a shuttle van
to the rent-a-car place.
Our
driver beeped his horn at everything
he passed. "Beep! Beep!" He beeped
at dogs on the sidewalks and at
people in their houses and at parked
cars. Sometimes he'd beep when there
was nothing really beepable there at
all. "Beep! Beep!" he went. He then
explained that the shuttle trip
would be three dollars each and Greg
told him in Spanish "SSSSSure, but I
just want to cccccheck in the office
first because last time it was
fffffree." How's that for "beep
beep?" I thought.
Of
course, the fee was immediately
waived at Greg's words, but just for
fun I took down the van's license
plate number so I could report the
driver and get him in trouble on the
off chance that anyone around there
cared about such petty larceny. It
was good that I took down the
number, because Greg left his
goddamned binoculars in the van!
There
was a lot of shouting in Spanish by
Greg and me and the rent-a-car
people threw Greg in a car and,
armed with the license number, off
they roared, headlights sweeping the
road ahead as they raced to get the
binoculars out of the van before
Johnny Beep Beep found out what was
what.
Twenty
minutes later, Greg came back ashen
of face and somewhat green about the
gills—but he had the binoculars!
"You numbskull!" I said. "This is
Mexico and it's Sunday tomorrow and
even on weekdays they sell the good
binoculars along with the unspoiled
beef. Good luck finding any!"
Greg
confessed that in his gratefulness
at having been spared a hideous fate
he had also tipped Johnny Beep Beep.
I sighed. I didn't even ask how much
the tip was. I would have stiffed
that creep with a smile. "A curse be
on heads of thieves and liars!" I
always say.
We
rented a Chevy Monza and drove it
through the tropical darkness to
Puerto Morelos where we found an
eleven-dollar-a-night flea bag
called Hotel Amor. Its decor?
Contemporary Flintstones.
The
town was right on the sea and we
went out in the quiet night to see
the boats with their expensive
outboards rocking peacefully in the
water over the white sand. I walked
out on a dock there and saw a huge
Weimaraner dog there. I later found
he had some affiliation with the
hotel we were at because he would
often come up and look through the
windows of their cafe . He seemed
kind of a tragic being looking in
that way with his huge silver-gray,
half human, Walt Disney head. The
dogs of Yucatan do not seem to fit
into the yellow Calcutta breed that
so often inhabits the slummy cities
and streets of the third world. Many
are chocolate or black and white and
in various sizes and shapes. You can
fancy that some have a bit of
Airedale in them, others a touch of
springer spaniel.
Greg
and I drank some beer at a couple of
Hotel cafes. I had not had a drink
on the plane so it was Miller
time
for me. In other words, I needed a
belt. We tried to buy some rum at a
grocery store, but there was an
election the next day and they
wouldn't sell us any.
The
next morning, we drove to Tulum. As
Greg always said, "The cool thing
about bird watching in Yucatan is
that all the good places are at the
ruins. So you get to see the ruins
and the birds at the same time."
Tulum
was unusual in that it was a Mayan
ruin on the sea. Spanish sailors
would see these big stone buildings
on the coast and just keep sailing
on. Why mess with a big place like
that where they might have an
organized army and a lot of pyramids
to sacrifice you on? The ruins were
full of huge iguanas that you could
approach rather closely before they
scurried off to your relief (There
was at first some question as to
whether they might run up and bite
you.). There were orange orioles and
yellow-tailed orioles, and altamira
orioles, and tropical kingbirds, all
life listers for me.
We
then went to Coba, another ruin down
a long road through the jungle. Near
it, we booked a room in a Club Med
hotel. The hotel was on a lake
loaded with alligators. There was a
little dock with a thatched shelter
at the end and on the shore a sign
with a friendly-looking green
alligator painted on it and the
warning not to swim. The locals told
me their standard story of the kid
fishing out there in a boat who got
his line hung up on the bottom. When
he dove down to get his hook back,
he found out too late that he'd
snagged an 18-foot cocodrilo and it
just ate him up.
Greg
and I went to the ruins and did
really well on birds. I got a ton of
life listers. I remember one in
particular. Greg and I decided to
take a trail out into the
jungle
and we were way out there and I saw
what I thought were great-tailed
grackles and Greg said, "They're
grooved-billed anis!" And I looked
and they were! God it was hot in
there, but worth it to see
grooved-billed anis, which I have
always wanted to see. They have the
coolest bills—really big like a
Brazil nut but black and grooved.
Too cool. When we got back to the
hotel there were a half dozen of
them hanging around in the bushes by
the parking lot.
The
next day we went through those ruins
again and went down another trail
and spotted a black-headed trogan
and masked tityras and a ton of
other good birds. We wound up having
a beer in an outside cafe by the
lake. Montejo is the local brand of
beer and it isn't too bad especially
at the six pesos in these cafes
compared to the 15 at the Club Med.
There was a Mayan guy there who got
into a big discussion with Greg
about calendars and counting in the
Mayan language. He said he had a
bird book at home. He reminded me a
lot of me: "I've got a BOOK on that
at home!" He carried a little
notebook like mine with him, and in
it we wrote down the English names
for birds he wanted to know about.
Greg went and bought him a Montejo
and even though he was the waiter,
he sat down and drank it with us.
From our table, I spotted a
spectacularly colored purple
gallinule walking on the shore and
the Mayan guy knew the Spanish name,
gallineta. Mayan
mathematics is a bit dull and Greg
and I got tired of making the
effort. We bid him adiós and
walked down the shore and saw a
ruddy crake, which we both agreed
was quite a good bird to see.
Otherwise
the lake was surprisingly unbirdy.
There were tropical cormorants and
anhingas sitting on posts out there,
but not even coots swam in the lake.
Greg got out his scope and we drove
to the far side of the lake and set
it up. All we saw were the
cormorants and anhingas. Neither
bird produces a water repellent oil
so that's why they were on the
posts—to dry out in the sun. If they
don't dry out a lot, their feathers
get soaked clean through and the
next time they get in the water they
just sink to the bottom and drown.
That's my theory anyway.
There
was a neighborhood of thatched
shacks on the lake shore and a kid
came out and seemed to know what we
were up to. He was full of
enthusiasm in his plans to learn
some English and he said he was a
waiter at a restaurant. The way he
talked made us know he felt he was
really on the road up. He was happy
he lived in such a low crime area in
the jungle instead of in some big
city. Somehow despite the dirt
floors this little burg wasn't much
different from what you might find
in Illinois. But this kid's future
was not as much a slam dunker as
that of some kid in Illinois.
The
hotel was a Club Med, but the
restaurant had an awfully short
menu. For breakfast you could get
some scrambled eggs and some fruit
and perhaps a side of beans, but
there was no bacon or ham or sausage
or pancakes or anything else. I, to
this day, am still trying to figure
out what the deal is with the food
in Mexico. I hear people rave about
it but, frankly, I cannot conceive
of more poorly prepared and sloppily
presented dishes than those which I
typically encounter in Mexico. I
feel that I am taking a real risk
any time I eat anything in
that
country even when I'm in a fancy
hotel restaurant. And if it is not
utterly putrid it a the very least
tastes borderline spoiled like it's
been kept way too long. Why? Because
it has! There! I said it.
Greg
and I don't fight very much or get
on each other's nerves too much, but
there was one annoying thing I found
out about him: he has no nudity
taboo. He'd get out of the shower
and hang around naked and I'd say,
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?"
"What?"
he'd answer mystified.
"Get
the hell out of here, you nut. Put
some clothes on."
"Hey,
you'd never make it on the river,"
was his retort.
And
he was right. The river crowd he was
referring to often sit around and
reminisce with joy about the time
they group-mooned some poor Japanese
tourists from their rafts.
"YYYou've
got hhhang-ups, man." he accused.
"Maybe
so, Dr. Full Monty Freud," I
answered. "Maybe so. But in the
meantime put some clothes on, you
gruesome bastard. Christ, what a
carcass!"
Greg
got the message and began wearing
clothes again.
The
next day, after I warily picked at
my breakfast, we drove through
several Mayan towns on our way to
Muyil, a birdy ruin.
Here's
how the travel through these towns
works. It's always exactly the same.
You head through the jungle on a
fairly respectable cement highway
until you see a sign that says
"Poblado Próximo" and another that
says "Disminuya su Velocidad." Next,
you see a 50 Km/
Hr
sign and the crosswalk warning sign,
"Cruce de Peatones." Then comes a
warning of topes, killer speed
bumps. You have to
slow down for these and even the
dogs know it because they lie in the
street just beyond them knowing full
well there will be plenty of time to
laze up and stroll out of your way.
There are topes all through the town
and that's the cure for speeding.
An
ever present sight is the Yucatan
three wheeler, a human-powered
device that is used everywhere for a
broad range of transportation
purposes. It's a normal- sized bike
that has been turned into a
tricycle. But it differs from other
trikes in that the single wheel is
in back and two bike wheels are
installed in front on either side of
a large square metal framework that
can carry people or cargo. Often it
is used as a taxi or as one might
use the family sedan to take the
whole clan down the road. Those with
an entrepreneurial bent load it up
with their taco equipment and have a
portable stand. Many of them are
equipped with fabric canopies to
shade passengers from the sun. They
are everywhere, and if I had the
concession on them I'd be rich
enough to buy one of those really
expensive birding scopes and a lot
of other nice stuff.
Muyil
was hot and there was a slight
mosquito problem. I found that the
6-12 I brought along wasn't a very
good solution because it was a
cream. You could rub it on your skin
but it was a little to messy to go
on your clothes. I got out my
aerosol can and sprayed a different
brand on my socks and shirt. Now, I
was all set for the day. Around my
waist was a fanny pack with the back
pulled around to the front. In it I
carried a bottle of water, a can of
diet coke, a pack of Tums, a
pencil,
a notebook, a bird book, some mints,
a tube of sunscreen, some old
wrappers and other trash I hadn't
cleaned out yet, and a 99-cent
raincoat half as thick as a pack of
cigarettes and only a little wider.
I had an extra bandanna and a
baseball cap stuck in there as well.
I found that the bandanna was good
in humid weather while a hat would
often just turn your poor miserable
head into a sopping, baking wick. My
right pants pocket was stuffed with
two-hundred dollars in pesos and in
my wallet was another three-hundred
and fifty. My camera, reading
glasses, and binoculars hung smartly
around my neck. Waddling around with
all this gear made me feel very
happy and professional and I would
recommend this set-up to anyone. It
is an excellent rig!
We
saw a Golden-fronted Woodpecker, a
Caribbean Elaenia, a Tropical Pewee,
and a Yellow-throated Warbler at
Muyil. The woodpecker is common in
Yucatan and recognizably a
woodpecker to the layman. Elaenias
are real candy-colored yellow and
black birds while the pewee is a
drab gray flycatcher.
There
was a sign on a path saying that it
led to a lake and we asked some
worker in the jungle how far it was.
He said it was 900 meters and as hot
as it was Greg balked at the idea of
walking. The guy said we could drive
down a dirt road to the lake if we
liked. We just had to take the first
left out on the highway. We took his
advice and went to the lake in the
car.
The
lake was malachite green and very
large— almost like a little inland
sea. There was a gray wooden dock
leading out into the water and a big
red rowboat beached on the shore. A
spotted sandpiper wobbled
along
the water's edge. I walked out on
the dock and looked into the lake
for alligators. I didn't see any.
Greg was over reading a very new
sign with Spanish and English
captions. It sported full color maps
of the lake and it told of the
Biosphere Project that the lake was
a part of. This was a real wildlife
reserve and but for vantage points
like this one, nobody was allowed in
it. Greg said they didn't want
poachers to screw things up. There
were jaguars in the reserve and
their coats bring a handsome price
from unscrupulous boneheads who have
enough bread to buy them.
We
stayed a while at the lake and
looked at rough- winged swallows
which Greg said he thought were
really Ridgeway rough-winged
swallows, a different species. Then
we drove the car out and headed for
Felipe Carrillo, leaving my favorite
reading glasses on the jungle road
by the lake. Luckily, I had brought
two other pairs.
Felipe
Carrillo is a town near some jungle
that is said to provide some of the
best birding anywhere. It was kind
of a disappointment. We drove thirty
kilometers down the road recommended
in the bird guide two days in a row
and found the place pretty quiet
with regard to birds. It was also
quiet with regard to people: on the
second day no one but us drove down
that long jungle road except for a
single truckload of workers. We did
see the barred antshrike and the
squirrel cuckoo there though and a
number of other good birds.
We
had a plan for each day on this
trip. At each site we'd get up early
and try to identify as many birds as
we could. Then we'd drive a hundred
miles and find a
nice
place or a dump and spend the hot
part of the day filling out our bird
lists and journals and swilling rum.
Greg got a huge bottle of Bacardi
the second day we were in Yucatan,
and it was simply a task of coupling
this bottle's contents with the
necessary two to one ratio of coca
cola each day until it was finished.
Then, we'd buy another bottle. I
never drink distilled liquor except
on trips like this. And I would only
buy rum because I somehow find that
it is slightly harder to come to
grief with this beverage than with
others although all distilled
beverages, including rum, require
vigilance as you can quickly become
excessively swizzled if you are
careless. And then there is no
telling what might happen.
We
repeated our bird watching routine
at Uxmal, the best ruins I have ever
seen. The architecture there looks
like that of an Ivy League college
and is all in great condition. The
Mot Mots were nesting in the rooms
and since we were there really early
we had the place to ourselves. You
could not stay in some of the rooms
in the ruins because the ammonia
from cave swallow droppings was
something like mustard gas. It drove
you right out of there.
There
was also an absolutely huge pyramid
there. I asked Greg what he thought
they used to do up there. I wanted
to know whether they sacrificed
people and threw them down the
stairs Aztec-like and then cooked
them up with chiles and tomatoes or
what. Greg said they used to have
some priests that would go up there
and cut up their genitalia or maybe
someone else's or their tongues and
so on until they had a lot of blood
flowing. Then they'd impress the
crowd with the blood
and
win favor with the gods etc. He said
no one was sure of all the details.
I told him the details weren't
necessary; I got the picture. It was
the holy grail and the blood of
Christ deal Mayan style. Nothing
really changes.
The
next day we headed into Progreso, a
town right on the northern shore of
Yucatan. This was a great place. We
took a road on by some mangrove
swamps and pulled off onto the side
of the road where big equipment was
tearing up the place and in the
process giving us plenty of room to
park away from traffic. There was a
tri-colored heron out there and when
I scanned the shore near us I said,
"Hey! A Wilson's plover!" Greg was
happy to see that bird. I know he'd
seen it before down at my family's
beach house, but he had forgotten.
"Do you see that one down at the
beach?" he asked. "Sure," I said.
You
don't run across a Wilson's plover
very often and what's more, the bird
falls into the same category as even
much more common birds. That
category is the
anytime-is-a-good-time-to-see
category. I invented this category
myself. Anytime is a good time to
see a yellow-headed blackbird, for
instance. Certain birds just fall
into this category even if they're
common. The long-billed dowitcher
falls into it. So does the greater
yellowlegs. It's all subjective, of
course. I like shorebirds such as
the Wilson's plover. I like the way
shorebirds wade around in the water
and hang out on the beach. I get a
vicarious pleasure from watching
them root around in the water. So
naturally I put more of them into
this category than others might.
Your tastes
may
vary. I've heard of people who have
even put yellow-rumped warblers into
this category.
After
we saw the Wilson's plover we went
down the road and saw about 1000
flamingos. When they fly, their
stretched-out necks make them
measure about ten feet from beak to
tail. I was quite surprised at them
and said, "Greg, the greater
flamingo is one long drink of
water."
Progreso
hosted us with rather run-down
quarters that were nonetheless on
the beach. There were green cement
walls all along the beach and cafes
and bars and live music all down the
strip. When Mexicans have vacation,
this is where they come. I noted to
Greg that a kid living is this place
would likely think he lived in the
greatest place on earth. He'd be
wrong, of course, but he'd think it
all right.
Only
a half mile down the strip was a
huge cement pier stretching out to
the deep water of the gulf. Lines of
big trucks rode out onto it to the
multi-storied customs building far
at the end. We were told that the
pier was built so that big luxury
liners could berth right up close
and bring business to town. Someone
miscalculated, however, because the
water at the end of the pier was not
deep enough for the really big
liners to lie up close, so now they
all ignored Progreso.
We
went out into the night and found an
amusement park with Ferris wheels
and other rides. We just looked. We
didn't ride. Then we hit one of the
bars on the beach and guzzled some
brandy and called it a day. Progreso
was a very interesting town and I'm
sorry to say I did not take a single
picture there.
We
had another Club Med hotel left on
our agenda and that was the one at
Chichen Itza. I have always wanted
to see that spectacular pyramid
there and so in the morning we got
up early as usual and went over
there.
I
decided to climb the pyramid, but
when I'd gone up about twenty steps
I remembered how acrophobic I was. I
knew the climb was scary, and when I
looked up, it seemed like a climb to
the moon. I was afraid to look down.
Then I steeled myself and started
heading up again on all fours.
Finally I saw the line that marked
the end of the last step and I
pulled myself over the top. I was
woozy just looking down. God, I was
up high. The stones were all wet and
slippery with dew and the view below
was obscured with ground fog. I
hated it up there, but I took a few
foggy pictures just to show how
hairy it was. Being up there was
like something out of a nightmare
because I still needed to go down
those 45- degree steps each a foot
high and 360 of them at that (one
for each day in the Mayan calendar).
You slip on these steps and you go
clear to the bottom. Guaranteed.
Soon
there were more people at the top.
You'd step out of the room on top
and bump into someone else coming
around the corner. No rails.
Nothing. I marveled at kids dancing
clean up the steps to the top and
backpackers just hiking up like it
was nothing. Was I crazy, or was
this not a damned dangerous climb? I
looked and saw a hiker just trot
down the stairs from the top three
hundred and sixty feet to the
bottom. Some French guy saw that I
was acrophobic and motioned in sign
language that he'd go down with me,
but I finally crept over the edge
myself. There was a
rope
in the middle and I hung on to it
until I was ten steps from the
bottom. Then I turned and trotted
down.
Greg
was waiting there. He said the sign
said not to go up if you were over
sixty or acrophobic or under eight
years old. I talked to some Mexican
guys and they said that tourists
fell all the time. Often, they said,
the people's legs would get torn up.
Often they died on the spot. Just
two weeks before, a seven-year-old
had fallen to his death.
The
best bird watching in Chichen Itza
was at the expensive hotel we stayed
at. They had a huge garden full of
trees and there were chachalacas and
even acaris in there. A chachalaca
is a big long brownish bird and an
acari is best described as a small
toucan. Greg and I got some patio
chairs and put them out there and
mixed some drinks and just sat out
there knocking off the occasional
life lister.
All
trips must end and frankly I get
tired of hanging around so long. I
get anxious to be back to my
computer and TV and my dog. We took
the car back to where we started,
Puerto Morelos, and got a better
hotel room than we had there the
first night. We ate at the
restaurant there and I was a fool
and ate the beef, which I always
mistrust and in the middle of the
night I became nauseous. I got up
and tried unsuccessfully not to wake
Greg as I headed for the bathroom
and shouted the paisley hurrah.
I
was nauseous for a week and a half
even after getting back to Arizona
and the twelve-pack of diet coke a
day that I poured into my stomach
was comforting but not a cure.
The bird count at the
end of the trip for me was 91 species 65 of
which I had never seen before.
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1. Anhinga
7/18/1999 Yucatan Coba
2. Black Vulture
7/18/1999 Yucatan Coba
3. Black-headed Saltator
7/18/1999 Yucatan Coba
4. Black-headed Trogon
7/18/1999 Yucatan Coba
5. Boat-billed Flycatcher
7/18/1999 Yucatan Coba
6. Brown Pelican
7/18/1999 Yucatan Coba
7. Clay-colored Robin
7/18/1999 Yucatan Coba
8. Great Blue Heron
7/18/1999 Yucatan Coba
9. Masked Tityra
7/18/1999 Yucatan Coba
10. Neotropic Cormorant
7/18/1999 Yucatan Coba
11. Purple Gallinule
7/18/1999 Yucatan
Coba We saw this by that lake
while we were talking to a Mayan guy about math and
birds and stuff. He drank a beer with us even though
he was the waiter. Later we saw a Ruddy crake.
12. Rock Dove
7/18/1999 Yucatan Coba
13. Ruddy Crake
7/18/1999 Yucatan Coba
14. Social Flycatcher
7/18/1999 Yucatan Coba
15. Sulphur-bellied Flycatcher
7/18/1999 Yucatan Coba
16. Vaux's Swift
7/18/1999 Yucatan Coba
17. White-collared Seedeater
7/18/1999 Yucatan Coba
18. Yucatan Vireo
7/18/1999 Yucatan Coba
19. Great Kiskadee
7/18/1999 Yucatan Puerto Morelos
20. Magnificent Frigatebird
7/18/1999 Yucatan Puerto Morelos
21. Ruddy Ground-Dove
7/18/1999 Yucatan Puerto Morelos
22. Tropical Mockingbird
7/18/1999 Yucatan Puerto Morelos
23. Altamira Oriole
7/18/1999 Yucatan Tulum
24. Bronzed Cowbird
7/18/1999 Yucatan Tulum
25. Brown-crested Flycatcher
7/18/1999 Yucatan Tulum
26. Great-tailed Grackle
7/18/1999 Yucatan Tulum
27. Northern Rough-winged Swallow
7/18/1999 Yucatan Tulum
28. Orange Oriole
7/18/1999 Yucatan Tulum
29. Roadside Hawk
7/18/1999 Yucatan Tulum
30. Tropical Kingbird
7/18/1999 Yucatan Tulum
31. Turkey Vulture
7/18/1999 Yucatan Tulum
32. White-winged Dove
7/18/1999 Yucatan Tulum
33. Yellow-tailed Oriole
7/18/1999 Yucatan Tulum
34. Altamira Oriole
7/19/1999 Yucatan Coba
35. Black-headed Saltator
7/19/1999 Yucatan Coba
36. Black-headed Trogon
7/19/1999 Yucatan
Coba Excellent view
37. Brown-crested Flycatcher
7/19/1999 Yucatan Coba
38. Clay-colored Robin
7/19/1999 Yucatan
Coba This first one of zillions I
spotted on the lawn of the Club Med Hotel on that
alligator filled lake near Coba.
39. Gray-breasted Martin
7/19/1999 Yucatan Coba
40. Great Blue Heron
7/19/1999 Yucatan Coba
41. Great-tailed Grackle
7/19/1999 Yucatan Coba
42. Green-backed Sparrow
7/19/1999 Yucatan
Coba I spotted this guy in a tree
in the jungle.
43. Green-breasted Mango
7/19/1999 Yucatan Coba
44. Greenish Elaenia
7/19/1999 Yucatan Coba
45. Groove-billed Ani
7/19/1999 Yucatan
Coba We snuck through the jungle
and these birds we saw in the low canopy and then we
thought they were great-tailed grackles but then we
said "They're groove-billed anis! Hurrah!" And then
we went to a hotel and they were hanging around the
front like Engl ish sparrows.
46. Ivory-billed Woodcreeper
7/19/1999 Yucatan
Coba No not the ivory-billed
woodpecker but woodCREEPER. Oh did we see him/her.
He crept up a tree. Good ID.
47. Masked Tityra
7/19/1999 Yucatan Coba
48. Melodious Blackbird
7/19/1999 Yucatan Coba
49. Olivaceous Woodcreeper
7/19/1999 Yucatan Coba
50. Piratic Flycatcher
7/19/1999 Yucatan
Coba This guy is like the
sulpher-bellied. He is a pirate who don't take
nothing off nobody.
51. Red-vented Woodpecker
7/19/1999 Yucatan
Coba Also known as the Yucatan
Woodpecker.
52. Ruddy Ground-Dove
7/19/1999 Yucatan Coba
53. Scrub Euphonia
7/19/1999 Yucatan Coba
54. Turkey Vulture
7/19/1999 Yucatan Coba
55. Vaux's Swift
7/19/1999 Yucatan Coba
56. Yellow-green Vireo
7/19/1999 Yucatan Coba
57. Yucatan Flycatcher
7/19/1999 Yucatan Coba
58. Yucatan Vireo
7/19/1999 Yucatan Coba
59. Barred Antshrike
7/19/1999 Yucatan Felipe
Carrillo I spotted this creature
in the jungle by that dopey town.
60. Brown Jay
7/19/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
61. Buff-bellied Hummingbird
7/19/1999 Yucatan Felipe
Carrillo I also spotted THIS
creature in the jungle by that dopey town indicated
here.
62. Caribbean Elaenia
7/19/1999 Yucatan Muyil
63. Golden-fronted Woodpecker
7/19/1999 Yucatan Muyil
64. Spotted Sandpiper
7/19/1999 Yucatan
Muyil We asked a guy where the
lake was and he said it was 800 meters and it was
hot so he said we could drive down a road and we did
and we came out on a turquoise lake with a dock and
a nice sign with a colorful map in English and
Spanish and a big boat and there was a spotted
sandpiper there.
65. Tropical Pewee
7/19/1999 Yucatan Muyil
66. Yellow-throated Warbler
7/19/1999 Yucatan Muyil
67. Altamira Oriole
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
68. Black Vulture
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
69. Black-crowned Tityra
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
70. Black-headed Saltator
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
71. Buff-bellied Hummingbird
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
72. Cattle Egret
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
73. Golden-fronted
Woodpecker
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
74. Great Egret
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
75. Groove-billed Ani
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
76. Ladder-backed Woodpecker
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
77. Northern Cardinal
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
78. Plain Chachalaca
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
79. Red-vented Woodpecker
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
80. Roadside Hawk
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
81. Scrub Euphonia
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
82. Social Flycatcher
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
83. Squirrel Cuckoo
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
84. Turkey Vulture
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
85. Turquoise-browed Motmot
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
86. Vaux's Swift
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
87. Wedge-tailed Sabrewing
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
88. White-collared Seedeater
7/20/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
89. Northern Cardinal
7/21/1999 Yucatan Felipe Carrillo
90. Black-necked Stilt
7/21/1999 Yucatan Progreso
91. Brown Pelican
7/21/1999 Yucatan Progreso
92. Greater Flamingo
7/21/1999 Yucatan
Progreso These were there in the
hundreds -- perhaps 400 600 or more. They are huge
when they fly very long indeed with hugely long
necks. The workmen were building a place there that
will soon block the view. I guess the idea is to
have this amazing sight vis ible only to those who
have a room.
93. Greater Yellowlegs
7/21/1999 Yucatan Progreso
94. Laughing Gull
7/21/1999 Yucatan Progreso
95. Least Sandpiper
7/21/1999 Yucatan Progreso
96. Least Tern
7/21/1999 Yucatan Progreso
97. Magnificent Frigatebird
7/21/1999 Yucatan Progreso
98. Mangrove Swallow
7/21/1999 Yucatan
Progreso This one I spotted from
the car the bright white rump clearly visible. We
had taken the wrong road and were heading through a
mangrove lined area and we saw this bird and turned
back.
99. Rock Dove
7/21/1999 Yucatan Progreso
100. Royal Tern
7/21/1999 Yucatan Progreso
101. Snowy Egret
7/21/1999 Yucatan Progreso
102. Tricolored Heron
7/21/1999 Yucatan Progreso
103. Tropical Mockingbird
7/21/1999 Yucatan Progreso
104. Western Sandpiper
7/21/1999 Yucatan Progreso
105. Yucatan Bobwhite
7/21/1999 Yucatan
Progreso well I'm typing in
Yucatan Bobwhite and I will find out if such a thing
exists. Larry and I saw it fly across the road and
we saw many more later.
106. Altamira Oriole
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
107. Brown-crested Flycatcher
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
108. Cave Swallow
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
109. Clay-colored Robin
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
110. Golden-fronted Woodpecker
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
111. Gray-breasted Martin
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
112. Great-tailed Grackle
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
113. Green-backed Sparrow
7/21/1999 Yucatan
Uxmal I spotted this one myself
though Larry had to identify it for me. (I also note
that I saw one earlier and spotted it myself too.)
114. Melodious Blackbird
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
115. Ruddy Ground-Dove
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
116. Rufous-browed Peppershrike
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
117. Tropical Gnatcatcher
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
118. Turkey Vulture
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
119. Turquoise-browed Motmot
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
120. Vaux's Swift
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
121. Wedge-tailed Sabrewing
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
122. White-winged Dove
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
123. Yellow-faced Grassquit
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
124. Yellow-green Vireo
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
125. Yucatan Flycatcher
7/21/1999 Yucatan Uxmal
126. Black Vulture
7/22/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
127. Carolina Wren
7/22/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
128. Collared Aracari
7/22/1999 Yucatan Chichen
Itza Right at the hotel. Good
birds in the trees there. A toucan man.
129. Lesser Goldfinch
7/22/1999 Yucatan Chichen
Itza on a vine
130. Masked Tityra
7/22/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
131. Red-vented Woodpecker
7/22/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
132. Rock Dove
7/22/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
133. Social Flycatcher
7/22/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
134. Tropical Mockingbird
7/22/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
135. Vaux's Swift
7/22/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
136. Yucatan Jay
7/22/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
137. Black Skimmer
7/22/1999 Yucatan
Progreso Out of season but I
spotted him. Good life lister.
138. Black-necked Stilt
7/22/1999 Yucatan Progreso
139. Brown Pelican
7/22/1999 Yucatan Progreso
140. Great Blue Heron
7/22/1999 Yucatan Progreso
141. Great Egret
7/22/1999 Yucatan Progreso
142. Great-tailed Grackle
7/22/1999 Yucatan Progreso
143. Herring Gull
7/22/1999 Yucatan Progreso
144. Laughing Gull
7/22/1999 Yucatan Progreso
145. Least Tern
7/22/1999 Yucatan Progreso
146. Neotropic Cormorant
7/22/1999 Yucatan Progreso
147. Royal Tern
7/22/1999 Yucatan Progreso
148. Ruddy Ground-Dove
7/22/1999 Yucatan Progreso
149. Snowy Egret
7/22/1999 Yucatan Progreso
150. Tricolored Heron
7/22/1999 Yucatan Progreso
151. Turkey Vulture
7/22/1999 Yucatan Progreso
152. Whimbrel
7/22/1999 Yucatan Progreso
153. Wilson's Plover
7/22/1999 Yucatan
Progreso Off on the side of the
road by kind of mangrovish swamps all white and icky
and trucks rumbling by and construction on the side
of the road I said "Look Larry! A Wilson's plover!"
and he was very pleased indeed to see it as he
didn't get the chance to see them often. He asked if
they were down at my beach house and I said "yes!!"
154. Altamira Oriole
7/22/1999 Yucatan Unknown
155. Blue-crowned Motmot
7/22/1999 Yucatan Unknown
156. Clay-colored Robin
7/22/1999 Yucatan Unknown
157. Golden-fronted Woodpecker
7/22/1999 Yucatan Unknown
158. Grayish Saltator
7/22/1999 Yucatan
Unknown a new one
159. Great Kiskadee
7/22/1999 Yucatan Unknown
160. Green Jay
7/22/1999 Yucatan
Unknown I remember very clearly
seeing this bird from the ruins of ookiedookie and
looking into the jungle.
161. Green Parakeet
7/22/1999 Yucatan
Unknown Shoot This parakeet was
supposed to be the Aztec Parakeet but he isn't on
the list so I've got the wrong name. We saw him in
the jungle in a ruin called.....????
162. Groove-billed Ani
7/22/1999 Yucatan Unknown
163. Melodious Blackbird
7/22/1999 Yucatan Unknown
164. Plain Chachalaca
7/22/1999 Yucatan Unknown
165. Red-billed Pigeon
7/22/1999 Yucatan
Unknown Where was this ruin? I
remember walking there and seeing the pigeon.
166. Scrub Euphonia
7/22/1999 Yucatan Unknown
167. White-winged Dove
7/22/1999 Yucatan Unknown
168. Yucatan Flycatcher
7/22/1999 Yucatan Unknown
169. Altamira Oriole
7/23/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
170. Blue-crowned Motmot
7/23/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
171. Blue-gray Gnatcatcher
7/23/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
172. Cave Swallow
7/23/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
173. Clay-colored Robin
7/23/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
174. Collared Aracari
7/23/1999 Yucatan Chichen
Itza Right up in the trees at the
fancy schmanzy hotel with the tiny menu.
175. Golden-fronted Woodpecker
7/23/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
176. Great Kiskadee
7/23/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
177. Great-tailed Grackle
7/23/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
178. Groove-billed Ani
7/23/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
179. Masked Tityra
7/23/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
180. Plain Chachalaca
7/23/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
181. Ruddy Ground-Dove
7/23/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
182. Social Flycatcher
7/23/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
183. Turkey Vulture
7/23/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
184. Vaux's Swift
7/23/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
185. Yellow-faced Grassquit
7/23/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
186. Yellow-green Vireo
7/23/1999 Yucatan Chichen Itza
187. Black Vulture
7/23/1999 Yucatan Puerto Morelos
188. Brown Pelican
7/23/1999 Yucatan Puerto Morelos
189. Magnificent Frigatebird
7/23/1999 Yucatan Puerto Morelos
190. Royal Tern
7/23/1999 Yucatan Puerto
Morelos black cap bright
yellow-orange bill
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