Playa Ochoa
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Tue 9 Apr 2013 22:57
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Our walk on the Beach at Playa
Ochoa
We left Lion Rock, although some tour
guides also call it Kicker Rock, motored past a sea roost of
blue-footed boobies and anchored off the beach. The dinghy took us ashore
where the horse flies were a bit rampant. “It’s the wet legs they are after” Rod
told us. Very true. As soon as we had left the wet sand and our legs dried we
were free and clear, all with a couple of nips each.
A great
heron welcomed us as soon as we wandered and a marine
iguana lurked in the white mangrove bushes
High tide was the perfect time to see
Sally Light-foots in their hundreds.
It was great to walk along the beach
and watch the surf.
Looking
back.
Handsome, not
really but did they deserve the write up they got from Charles Darwin ??
A bit harsh
methinks.
“The black Lava rocks on the beach are frequented by large (2-3 ft), disgusting clumsy Lizards. They are as black as the porous rocks over which they crawl & seek their prey from the Sea. I call them 'imps of darkness'. They assuredly well become the land they inhabit.”
Our chap sauntered off to find some shade – preferred if he had gone for a swim
A finch and
THEN, a very handsome boy
Handsome was happy to pose.
Then Shock horror. No twigs beneath these sharp feet. I had to have words – no
self respecting female would look at this chap, no matter how hard he puffed his
gular up, or how big and red it was - they have to see at least two twigs to
call it a love-nest and take things to the next level. He understood and soon I
saw him with the necessary bedding in beak, but first he had
to deflate a bit.
The patient love
interest.
All too soon it was time to return to the Planean
and back home.
ALL IN ALL WE STILL CAN’T GET OVER THE LACK
OF FEAR IN THE CREATURES WE
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