With a few days remaining before I leave for a blissful two weeks of internet-free snowshoeing in the Canadian Rockies, I’ll add another post or two on my trip to Costa Rica. The big birds are easy to identify; the small stuff will take a lot longer.
The Toucan tribe is almost as colourful as the macaws, and we were fortunate to see several species. The Emerald Toucanet posed regally for us.
There’s nothing regal about the others.
Although “Kill Bill” tried.
But this fellow didn’t.
For a regal-sounding name, nothing beats the Montezuma Oropendola. And he’s handsome enough to carry the name.
And of course, we need a parrot.
The remaining bird almost didn’t make it into this category; I think the red legs saved it.
I’ll give him one more chance to show off.