My route up the creek was 1.3 miles
each way.
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The creek is still pretty wild, despite all the development.
Lots of bird life, hundreds of iguanas and the occasional
crocodile. The jungle quickly reclaims any land that
isn't maintained.
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To get decent photos I had to slowly move right into
the mangroves near the target, minimize movement
and make no noise.
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Social flycatcher |
Yellow-crowned night heron |
Yellow-crowned heron chick in the nest |
Mexican or great-tailed grackle. The ones that poach
food around the hotel and pool are used to being near
people. The wild ones in the creek, especially when
protecting a nest, not so much.
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Grackle chick in the nest. Ugly, and the
mohawk coif doesn't help.
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Hundreds of iguanas can be seen in the trees warming
up in the morning sun.
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Over time, the iguanas adapt to the encroaching civilization.
I found at least 30 of them hanging out on the lawn of
a condo development on the creek.
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The birds adapt too. Social flycatcher on a sailboat's
lifeline.
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Looking up at the underside of a gecko through the
forward hatch.
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Light rain falling at sunrise as a thunderstorm
clears.
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A rainbow appeared as the storm cleared. |
Finished renewing the Cetol on the starboard side woodwork. |
Carlos, one the marina security guards.
A real caballero (gentleman).
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Francisco, a panga captain. Always
has a smile and a joke.
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Israel, he does bottom cleaning and other
boat work at the marina. A good man, he
just became an abuelo (grandfather).
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