Aracaris and motmots and squirrel cuckoos, oh my!


Plus parakeets, tanagers, falcons, hawks, ornate flycatchers (so-called for their fancy plumage).

And more.

Dillon and Paul have been taking full advantage of our last few days in Ecuador to rise before the sun and birdwatch around the outskirts of La Josefina. They have been duly rewarded for their early waking. 

They are also getting better and better at using the binoculars carefully positioned with Paul's phone to snap pretty awesome pictures (this is how all the photos below were taken).

This little slice of heaven --  a town that cannot boast a place marker on Google maps -- does not cease to amaze and astound us.

How beautiful and diverse the bird world is when one stops to look up! How strange it is that I have lived 45 years on this planet barely doing so, despite having lived in the tropics within arm's reach of an ornithologist and in Berkeley for a few years with another one. How wonderful it is to be on a perpetual treasure hunt with my sweet tween, who is healthily obsessed!


Laughing falcon

Variable hawk

Squirrel cuckoo

Ornate flycatchers

Maroon-tailed parakeets

Collared aracari

Forever our favorite, the Broad-billed motmot




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  1. AnonymousJune 28, 2023 at 4:20 PM

    Gorgeous photos. Inspired to try binocs plus camera

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