VOLUME 54, NO. 4
SEPTEMBER 2000
A COSTA RICAN ADVENTURE
David M. Pomerantz
I wanted to take Rhoda on a birding trip but one not so intense that she would be overwhelmed, and one that provided diversity. I found such a trip in the International Elderhostel catalogue, offering fifteen days in Costa Rica. Its theme was nature study with an emphasis on bird identification. I carefully laid it out for her, and having an adventurous spirit herself, she agreed.
The trip visited the capital, San Jose, and four different habitats: cloud forest, tropical dry forest, tropical humid forest and rainforest (what we often call "jungle"). Our accommodations were in modern lodges with private rooms with baths, and these would provide the opportunity to study the flora and fauna, enjoy typical Costa Rican food and partake of other activities.
After getting all the suggested inoculations and armed with malaria pills, binoculars and cameras, we left JFK airport on March 6, 1999 headed for San Jose via Miami.
Our group totaled twenty, mostly east coasters. Surprisingly, although all had a keen interest in nature only five others were birders. Our guide Wendy, a 21year-old native Costa Rican ("tico") really knew her stuff. The day’s activities began with an optional 6:00 am bird walk followed by more birding between breakfast and lunch. These were usually walks along nature trails but also included a cart ride across a savanna and two boat rides. In the early afternoon we visited universities, museums, coffee and banana plantations, a sugar cane refinery, and a couple of towns. Before dinner we listened to interesting lectures which provided insights regarding Costa Rica’s history, economy, topography, birds, plants, animals, and reptiles. One night we went on an owl prowl. We traveled by mini_bus along the country’s winding, narrow roads. Our driver, Ramon, deserves a lot of credit for always getting us there in one piece. Wendy had introduced him as Costa Rica’s "second best" driver. The punch line was the "best" driver had recently been killed in an automobile accident.
France accommodation The food was really good and I ate more fruit in two weeks than I had in the previous two years. Contrary to what we had read and were told stateside, we were served and ate everything, and even drank the water at every lodge with no ill effects. A trip to a local ice_cream parlor in one of the small towns, however, was thought to be the cause of eight in our group coming down with stomach problems, Rhoda included. She required medical intervention at a nearby public health station, which was by the way, free of charge. Fortunately she bounced back in a day, making the quickest recovery and only missing one activity.
The temperature was comfortable in the mountains and warm in the lowlands. Wide brimmed hats, sunscreen, and insect repellent were the order of the day. Surprisingly we saw few mosquitos and only had rain for part of one day (we were there in the dry season which means it rains less than other months.)
As we walked along the covered walkway at the Selva Verde Lodge in the Caribbean rainforest we encountered a Boa Constrictor hanging from the rafters. It was really beautiful and the experience was exciting.
This was the only snake we saw but other reptiles were well represented. They included Caiman, Spiny-tailed and Green iguanas, a large Basilisk (also known as the "Jesus Christ Lizard" for its ability to run across the water on its hind legs), gecko, and Green and Red Poison Dart Frog (the poisonous substance exuded from their skin was smeared on arrow points.)
Among mammals we saw three kinds of monkeys, White-faced Capuchin, Mantled Howler and Spider Monkey, plus White-nosed Coatis, Agoutis (large rodents), peccaries, Three-toed Sloth, Pygmy and Variegated squirrels, Black Skunk and Long-nosed and Sac-wing bats. We also saw a profusion of beautiful butterflies, a large variety of trees and wonderful flowers.
Last but not least were the birds. All colors of the rainbow were represented as we watched a seemingly endless variety of tanagers and flycatchers, pigeons, hummingbirds, trogans, toucans, parrots (including Scarlet Macaw), parakeets, hawks, and woodpeckers. We also saw Sunbittern and others such as guans, woodcreepers, antshrikes, antvireos, tityras, euphonias, honeycreepers, saltators and motmots. We saw Double-striped Thicknees nesting in the savanna and a Gray-necked Wood-Rail so close I could have patted it on its head. Another interesting bird was a Swallow-tailed Swift, a sort of Swallow-tailed Kite in miniature.
All told we saw over 150 species and I had 100 life birds. I spoke with the leader of a Wings group on the last morning of a thirteen day trip. They already had 525 species. This gave cause for reflection, as I wondered why I wasn’t on their trip, but Rhoda had a super time and so did I. Another great place visited was Tabicon Hot Springs. Nestled at the base of the backside of the Arenal Volcano, the spa has terraced pools set in the midst of a botanical garden. There is even a bar surrounded by water where you sit on submerged stools sipping a drink and listening to music. I met two birders from England there, and while Rhoda enjoyed the water we hiked half way to the top of the volcano birding all the way. My field guide, A Guide to the Birds of Costa Rica by F. Gary Stiles and Alexander Skutch (Cornell University Press, 1989) is rather heavy and bulky so I made thorough field notes and identified most of the birds later. This was an active volcano and we listened to it booming and watched it spewing lava for two nights from our terrace at the Arenal Vista Lodge, but for some reason, the lava always flows down the other side which was denuded of vegetation while this side remains lush.
At the conclusion of our farewell meal, they rolled out a large birthday cake and sang Happy Birthday to me. I was touched. Our trip ended that night but instead of flying home the next morning, we opted to remain for another day and celebrate my actual birthday, swimming, snorkeling, sipping cool drinks, and enjoying a great barbecue on Tortuga Island in the Bay of Nicoya.
A popular tico expression is "pura vida" – enjoy a good life, and we did on our Costa Rican adventure. One day I may return to fill in the 400 or so species I didn’t see this time, but for now there are no regrets.

accommodation in NewcastleCOSTA RICA – A LOVELY COUNTRY,
BUT WATCH THE SEASON!

Allan J. Jittau
Back when we were first getting started with birding tours we jumped at the chance to go with Florida Audubon to Costa Rica. The tour was led by the late Herb Kale, a nice guy and great bird expert – who had never been to Costa Rica. The tour was organized by an outside travel agency I would never trust again.
After a delightfully short flight from Miami on the national airline (TACSA, as I recall) during which I was amazed by the seat pocket magazine which informed me that there were more teachers than police and more police than soldiers and offered hints about retiring in Costa Rica. We got to our hotel on the edge of the Plaza in San Jose and started sampling some of the delicious local eats.
Next morning we were off for a "mandatory" tourist stop, Arenal Volcano. Clothed in fog and mist, the area did not reveal any of the local species we had been anticipating. A bad start, but things picked up after we left town on our way to the west coast where we saw, among a host of tropical species our first Boat-billed Herons. Wending our way back we arrived at the dirt road leading through the hills to Monteverde, home of the fabled Resplendent Quetzal, the bird that was our main reason for the trip. The month was January, Monteverde paths were muddy ruins – one of our group lost a shoe to the mud. No quetzal! We chased will_o’-the_wisp rumors all over the area, to a school, a Quaker cheese making farm; no dice! We saw lots of other lovely birds; there was an art gallery near the park
entrance that had hummingbird feeders and attracted hermits, Violet Sabrewings and other exotic goodies. We had only once before seen a fairy and were charmed by those little birds.
Our next port-of-call was to be a new national park on the west coast. When we got to a lunch stop at a seaport, we were told that to spare us the long, dusty bus ride, a sailboat would take us to the park. From the shore it looked picturesque, but once we got on, with no chance of getting off, it proved to be a ship from Hell: toilets didn’t work, minuscule bunks, torrid heat, people slept on deck to escape and got drenched by rain storms. Eventually we saw the park – Scarlet_rumped Tanager and Fer_de_Lance on the muddy path are the two things that stick in my mind – and escaped back to the mainland, San Jose and home. I later wrote to Herb Kale, who wrote back to say that the ship had been hotter than we thought – the crew had later been arrested for piracy! A few years later we screwed up our courage and took a VENT tour and saw the quetzal! In March that bird comes up to Monteverde from the lowlands where it had been spending the "winter" and that is when you should go. On that second trip we saw many more locations (and the cloudy volcano again – still no birds) and a whole flock of new and beautiful birds: puffbirds, nunbirds, more hummers, even a Sunbittern. That was the tour we should have waited for, but then we wouldn’t have met Herb Kale.
Go to Costa Rica – the people are friendly, the coffee excellent and, in March, the Quetzal is Resplendent!

TRINIDAD AND TOBAGO
Allan J. Jittau
We hadn’t been birding a very long time when we read about Asa Wright Nature Center in Trinidad. It sounded great and the hunt for reservations started. Soon we learned one, and only one, travel agency could help, Caligo. Usually we do not need or like to use an agent, but there was no other way; we settled on a ten day trip starting just before Christmas.
We assembled at JFK airport, met our leader, Manny Levine, and his wife Mickey, and got aboard Pan American of blessed memory. After landing at Piarco Airport in Trinidad, we were shepherded into a large minibus driven by Lawrence, our main guide for Trinidad.
ERROR MSG We got to Asa Wright late and fell into bed in a hurry. The next morning was, like all others to come, bright, warm and beautiful. A stroll along the entrance road (the Center is well outside the nearest town and well back from the main road) got us in the mood for what was to come: Crested Oropendolas, Rufous-browed Peppershrikes, hummers, tanagers of various breeds so numerous they could have been sparrows. That was our introduction!
After lunch the first "Where is that #$&% bird?" was heard. Of course, someone was standing underneath a bellbird, the greatest ventriloquist of the avian world. We had exactly the same experience – frustrating could describe it. One rarity on the grounds was the Oilbird. The trek, not long, involved going down a streambed into a cave where the birds resided in nests along the walls, their eyes glowing red in the light of flashlights. Fairly easy to see that way as they are nocturnal. Next morning the bus excursions started. Lawrence knew where birds were, no kidding! A Red-breasted Blackbird on a fence was an easy spot, as was a Roadside Hawk (nice of them to hang out where they can be seen easily). We ranged farther and farther afield, up to the crest of the hills behind Arima Valley, down the curvy road
to the seaside at Blanchisseuse with Lawrence stopping along the way to whistle up or point out manakins, kingfishers or jacamars. Once Virginia spotted a raptor, identified as a Double-toothed Kite, raising her greatly in our leaders’ estimation. Toucans were along the road. We took a long trip to the beaches on the East side where a Pygmy Kingfisher was seen.
We took part in the Christmas Bird Count, or rather the gung_ho part of the group did. We took the afternoon off and went in to Port_of_Spain to look around. There is a lovely big savannah in the center where festivities are held, but not for us. We bought leather passport cases, had lunch and taxied back at leisure.
Soon we were off for the airport and Tobago. Our hotel, Arnas Vale was a dream, set on a cove on the North shore. Bananaquits came for sugar handouts. If none was forthcoming, the birds went for the sugar packets. More hummers and manakins awaited us. An excursion to Buccoo Reef for snorkeling produced Black_bellied Whistling-Ducks and a Brown Booby flying low.
We never did try for Little Tobago as word was the introduced Greater Birds of Paradise had died out. Before we left for home there was an excursion to Caroni Swamp, site of the stupendous evening flights of both White and Scarlet ibis. Seeing a large tree covered with red and white birds was a sight to remember. Also a goodie was a Common Potoo, nestled on a branch and in full view, but so marvelously camouflaged as to be almost invisible. Luckily the boatmen knew just where the potoo hung out.
ERROR MSG Those were the highlights. There were many little birds, parrots, our first honeycreepers, most everything was new and exciting. Then home to New York in January!

DOUGLAS HEILBRUN
FLORENCE GUILD NIXON
THE MASTHEAD
The Society sadly announces the passing of two long-time members. Douglas Heilbrun died in early-August and Florence Nixon died on July 31. Both were active in the Society for many years, in many capacities. Both will be missed by their many friends in the Society.
Doug HeilbrunERROR MSG joined the Society in 1955 and in addition to serving on the Council as an elective member served as Secretary, 1971 - 1973 and contributed to the News-Letter.
Florence Nixon joined the Society in 1979, served on the Council and as Treasurer, 1985-1991. The will be a memorial service for Florence on Tuesday, September 19 at 1:00 p.m. at the Plymouth Church of the Pilgrim at Hicks and Orange streets in Brooklyn Heights, Brooklyn.
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