Still More Nests

Still More Nests

Location: Santa Elena, Yucatán, Mexico

I remember many, many rears ago, before internet surfing and even before the invention of the remote control, there was the Ringling Brothers three ring circus, the original I-can’t-see-it-all-at once, channel switching experience. Here there were three separate acts going on at once, plus various clown performing at the edges. My attention was scattered, flitting from one venue to the next. Here the purpose was to leave you with impression that you had not seen it all. It was exhausting, but exhilarating  

I feel like this now, birding in my back yard. There are the two finished nests with the parents coming and going. Now there are two more nests being built.

I prefocus my camera on one area waiting for the birds to appear, when there is action at the other nest. I know that if I just wait birds will appear in my pre-focused range. But…but…there is action taking place elsewhere, and I may miss a good shot. 

And I can’t forget the Clay Robin’s nest in the front yard. Mom spends most of here time in the nest, but she changes here position now and then.

One of the nests is of the Yellow-faced Grassquit. These are tiny birds about two inches long. Their nest is being built in a bush ten feet from my back porch and is is only three feet off the ground, If my neighbors cats should find them, they are doomed. The grassquits have very high energy and never stay in one place very long. But they do seem to have favorite landing spots, so my tactic is to prefocus the camera and wait. 

Yellow-faced Grassquit male with nesting material
Yellow-faced Grassquit female with nesting material

The bare essentials of bird watching.

Location: Santa Elena, Yucatán, Mexico

Today fresh out of my late afternoon shower, I peaked out the back door to see if there was any bird activity. To my surprise I saw four turkey vultures perching in the trees. You have to realize that a bird photography photo op is an opportunity that can be withdrawn at any moment. So, I dropped my towel, grabbed my camera and rushed out to the back yard to get some pictures.

Perhaps it is just as well that I am extremely isolated. A casual visitor would have probably have wondered about seeing a naked man with a camera looking up at the vultures in the trees.

Turkey Vultures

Henry David Thoreau

Virtual Location: Walden Pond

As today marks the 158th anniversary of the passing of Henry David Thoreau, I will be rereading “Walden” and his essay, “Resistance to Civil Government.” These are available at <>

As I ponder the ways of solitude, my memory reaches back fifty years to my studies of his writings. His book “Walden” offers insights on how to live a deliberate life.

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.”

Henry David Thoreau

Not only his thoughts on nature, but his essay, “Resistance to Civil Government” helped me to formulate my own early thoughts on politics and the pact between a person and his government. This was not just speculative philosophy. You have to remember that this was the 1960’s, the draft was in force, and the government did not look kindly upon those who questioned its authority.

Another memory comes to surface from my hitchhiking days when I wore a button with Henry David Thoreau’s portrait. I recall one hippy chick who recognized it immediately. We had an interesting intellectual weekend. 

Here’s to you, Mr. Thoreau. You helped to make the world a different place.

Post Processing

Location: Santa Elena, Yucatán, Mexico

Now that the migrations have passed, there are fewer species to admire, and the rains have made the birdbaths less of a gathering place. I still hopefully peer out the window, but there are less photographic opportunities. 

This morning I saw one Yellow Bunting and one Indigo Bunting. I don’t know if these are fellows that don’t like to follow crowds, of if these are the nerdy dudes that everyone “forgets” to invite to the party. 

With fewer birds to photograph, I am working on my backlog of images. I am doing more editing and adding identification tags to the images. I study each image, then realize that I had totally misidentified that raptor. I am left with the unknown birds and the not quite sure identifications. I delve into the books. I check online. There are subtle differences between the Common Ground Dove and the Ruddy Ground Dove that I wish I had known when I was seeing them live, or perhaps the bird in question is actually a red variation of a Blue Ground Dove. Birding is definitely not an activity for those who insist on completion.

Common Ground Dove, Ruddy Ground Dove

I do miss the migratory birds, but I am grateful that they have been here at all, and that they decided to grace me for a few weeks with their presence and their beauty. I also marvel that they manage to travel so far and so accurately. Apparently one of their senses is magnetism, which they use to sense the earth’s magnetic field. That would be kind of like us having a GPS chip implanted in our brains.

Again, I express my gratitude. I, while under quarantine have managed to photograph over fifty species of birds without leaving my house.



Location: Santa Elena, Yucatán, Mexico

The temperatures have been over a hundred every day this month. But today a thunderstorm. The first rain in the State of Yucatan in 59 Days. It is not the longest storm I have seen, but the thunder booms right after the lighting. It is close, and it is cool and it is refreshing. I wear my mud boots this evening for my sunset walk.

Earth Day

Location: Santa Elena, Yucatán, Mexico, Planet Earth

You can call me old fashioned, but since its beginning, I have made it a point to always spend Earth Day on Planet Earth.

Bird stalking.

Location: Santa Elena, Yucatán, Mexico

I am honing my craft of bird photography. Learning to count on luck and learning just how far to push that luck. Learning just how far I can push my tools and making some bad images when I push it too far. Learning patience waiting for a bird to reappear or to come into better photographic range. Sometimes yes. Sometimes no. 

Then once I have captured the image, it goes on to my computer for  the culling, cropping, and light and color adjusting of the image. The culling process can be especially brutal. No matter how lucky or patient I was to get the shot, if I have a better one already in my files, is there ay reason to keep it? Using Adobe Photoshop gives me a lot of flexibility in cropping, and color and contrast control. The question is how much time do I want to spend to make each image a perfect as it can be. Usually I settle for good enough for now. The wonderful thing about photoshop is that all the adjustments I make are permanently temporary. I can always go back and tweak them later. 

I have to admit, I am getting a few good images. If I need to be quarantined I am grateful for having competent tools and having been sequestered at one of the best birding places on the planet.

Then there is the identification process. Now that I have photographed that sucker, just what the heck do I call that particular bird?  I have a half a dozen bird books where I study the various colors and structures of feather patterns, body shapes, wing structure, bills, eyes, legs, and lifestyle habits. I ponder through the drawings, photographs, descriptions and location maps until I am reasonably certain I have identified it. Not all birds are pictured; the girls can look different from the boys, and the juveniles can look vastly different than the adults.

It is difficult to describe the wonderful “Aha” moment that comes when figuring out a new species. A mystery solved! A puzzle challenge accepted! The smug feeling of knowledge when I can say, “I know that one.” I have now identified over fifty different species from my recent photographs (I say with only a little smugness.) 

With some I am quite positive about my analysis. I have confidently identified adult male orioles in three different species, the Altamira Oriole, the Hooded Oriole, and the Orchard Oriole. With the females, I am less sure, and with the juveniles, I am even less confident. Perhaps I will have a future “Aha.” Perhaps I will never know.

Orchard Oriole

Then once it is identified, I am now working on taking my bird knowledge to the next level. Now that I know what to call it, maybe I can learn a bit more about its habits and lifestyle. For me, the name is not quite enough. I must confess that I have always had a bit of contempt for the Scrabble players whose only interest in language is how many points they can get for their letters. They are delighted that “aa” is word, but have never considered trying to make a path through a sharp angular aa lava field, or marveled at the frozen whorls of a field of pahoehoe lava.

And so it has become that way for me with the birds. Each species has its own uniqueness, and I learn a bit more each day.


Location: Santa Elena, Yucatán, Mexico

A random quote just percolated into my memory. It is from Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn’s “The Gulag Archipelago”, and goes, “A day was longer than a week.” This was his way of saying of how when there was not very much variation in the daily routines, each day seemed to pass so slowly. Yet when one looked back at larger blocs of time, the same monotony seems to compress time.

For me it is the birds that bring the delightful disruptions in my routines.

Day Fourteen

Location: Santa Elena, Yucatán, Mexico

I have finished fourteen days is quarantine, and I show no symptoms for Covid 19. This means either I have not had the virus, or I have had it but show no symptoms.  In either event, I am grateful.  It also means that even if I was a non-symptomatic carrier, I am no longer infectious. This is also a comfort. At some point testing will become available in the area.

As a man of seventy I qualify as being in the “at risk” category. I will continue the isolation for the foreseeable future. But I have less fear of bing a Typhoid Mary and giving it to others. 

Where do I go from here?

Location: Santa Elena, Yucatán, Mexico

One thing about solitary quarantine, is there is plenty of time for introspection and life re-evaluation. One of my high list life goals was to visit all of the major mesoamerica archaeological sites. This goal has been paced on hold, as travel now is out of the question. I ponder to think that if my Guatamala trip had been scheduled a week earlier, I would have seen Copan, if it had been scheduled a week later, I would not have seen Kaminaljuyu. 

(I also realize that if had had known the full extent of the dangers and prevalence of the Covid 19 virus, I would have simply canceled the trip. But, we make our decisions based on the information we know at the time, then play the hand we are dealt.)

If fact, all of my goals that involve travel are now on hold, and my inn keeping goals are undergoing major re-evaluation. I still have plenty of photographic goals yet to accomplish. I have decades of photographs that have never been made into a coherent book or website. I have most of the files on my hard drive, and I no longer have the excuse of not enough time. The question now is one of priorities. 

I choose to start on my life book first, sort of a wordless photo biography. This has been on my project list four about seven years now.