Location: Santa Elena, Yucatán, Mexico
It is strangely quiet this morning. I only hear three different bird calls. The storm has driven most of the migrant birds away, and the perennials seem to be in no hurry to make their presence known. I only take about a dozen shots today, and most of these are of a black vulture in the trees. Seems appropriate. I suppose he has come to check up on me. Not today, my friend. Not today.
Rather than shoot, I am looking at the photos of birds I have yet to identify. I send a photo to a birding neighbor, and she tells me that the bird is a dickcissel. She is correct, but I had never heard of a dickcissel. Who and why would someone name a bird a dickcissel? I find its picture in my bird book for Costa Rica.