Costa Rica is fabulous bird watching territory. Hundreds of species live here year round and winter here. Since I couldn’t spot a mot mot unless it was in a cage and pointed out to me, I hunt out flowers. They’re easier to pin down as they don’t move and are almost a different color than the branches, stems of vines. Where as birds wiggle and fly and are often the same color as the tree. Whenever I try to get a picture of a beautiful bird, they’re gone.

My latest catch is this fluffy thing bursting right out of a tree in front of an ugly barn-like store. As hundreds of cars pull up to buy all their stuff, I wonder how many wonder at the miracle as the exit the lot. I have no idea what it’s called. And since I’m not good with names either, I think I just enjoy it for what it is.

(If you do want to see some outstanding bird and wildlife photos, check out one of my favorite, favorite sights @ Sandpiper’s Place. She’s up in the “north land” and dare I say it?? She even makes me miss snow just a little bit. Mind you, just a little bit.)