Sitting on a beach under a coconut tree (but not under the very crown, I know that), I am contemplating birding and the meaning of life… Salty breeze comes from the Caribbean, way saltier than any Mediterranean sea breeze. Watching my first Brown Pelicans, I am inhaling deeply and commenting to Sergio Arias how strong the scent is. He answers: “Maybe the ganja those guys are smoking makes it that strong.”
Sergio and I continue to a sloth shelter, where, waiting for the tour, I sit in a café. Leaves are falling next to me… remembering the advice from a guidebook, I check the tall tree crown for toucans or howlers, but cannot see anything… ouch, something else fell, a small piece onto my face, a bit like Cindy Crawford’s beauty mark, and a good fist-sized pile next to me… The waiter appears, apologizing: “Sorry, I haven’t seen you, otherwise I would warn you, that table belongs to that green iguana”. Back home, bird poo on oneself is seen as a good omen, the same must go for the iguana poo here (but that guidebook made no mention of it?). And if the amount is taken into consideration, I guess this has to be a much better omen. However, it didn’t stop an elderly couple, who were at the café at the same time, to giggle whenever they saw me during the tour.
I am in Puerto Viejo de Talamanca, in the very southeastern corner of Costa Rica. And I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life here, the town has that kind of feeling. In the off season, at least.
From there, we head to a local restaurant to join the rest of the team for lunch, an excellent fish spiced by a reggae/calypso band in the background. Having mobility issues, I skipped their hike through the forest and some 30 metres climb up the Kekoldi raptor-watching tower. A river of raptors, to be more precise. This morning, they have seen some 10,000 Broad-winged Hawks, mixed up with two dozen Swainson’s Hawks, several Mississippi Kites and one or two King Vultures, Swallow-tailed and Double-toothed Kites, Merlins and Peregrine Falcons.
Being an absolute beginner in the New World, I wasn’t focused on about 95 or so regional endemics – but on every bird I see. Or a mammal. Or even those pooie reptiles. On day one I was surprised and captivated by those unbelievably colourful ones, such as the Great Green Macaw or all those tanagers, but on day two I realized that however beautiful, those colourful ones are easy to ID. Somewhere else, the tricky group would be the LBJs, a.k.a. the little brown jobs, but here they are the LGJs, the little bright-green jobs, so well hidden among the lush vegetation of the Caribbean lowlands.
Beside those quintessential tropical birds, I had one very ordinary personal goal: I wanted to see the Blackburnian Warbler. And on my day one, in Virgen del Socorro I IDd my first ever Blackburn female. But why would someone look for that, an easy and common one among the 920+ bird species of Costa Rica? It was the spark bird that has triggered one of the greatest birding adventures of all times, Phoebe Snetsinger’s spark bird. And I saw my first Blackburnian Warbler! To me, it was as intoxicating as the country’s endemic Coppery-headed Emerald, which I saw earlier that same day at Cinchona.
After lunch, the next stop is the Selva Bananito Lodge, across the Bananito River and through three more creeks, where we find Jurgen Stein, the owner, waiting for our minibuses with two 4x4s. The 850 hectares / 2,000 acres farm turned into a private reserve is reachable by ordinary cars but once inside, there is a hundred metres / 300 ft drive through a river. The lodge itself lies at 80 m / 260 ft a.s.l., but the property continues uphill into the foothills of the Talamanca Mountains to more than 600 m / 2,000 ft, and those higher reaches are overgrown with primary rainforest that adjoins one of the biggest transboundary conservation areas in Central America, La Amistad National Park (1 million hectares / 2.2 million acres).
The lodge is self-sustainable, relaying on solar panels, producing some of the foods and buying the rest locally, hiring and training local villagers, supporting the local village school, etc. Its cabins stand on stilts, Caribbean style, and are built from salvaged tree stumps left after the logging operations in the past, each with a spacious veranda with a hammock and views of the surrounding forest.
We reached the lodge at sunset, to find candle flares illuminating our path to the dining area where Jurgen was proud to show us his certificate of excellence: the camera trap photos of jaguars made within his property. On 58 occasions, camera trap infrared beams were crossed by a passing jaguar. Working with the local jaguar conservancy, he learned that there are 10 or 11 different animals hunting peccaries and other prey at Selva Bananito. And a proof that a good-sized population of these apex predators use the reserve is a certificate that all lower links of the food chains are also present in this ecosystem.