Across the highway from the helicopter business, we visited a surprisedly large bird sanctuary, recommended by our taxi driver/guide. We did not expect anything as lovely as what we found. Most of the birds and flowers there are native to the area. However, a few rarer species from other parts of the world exist there as well.
Surprised, I recalled seeing these exact same flowers on my two trips to Costa Rica. In fact, I found another photo on an older blog post from one of my Costa Rica trips.
Endangered, many countries where these wonderful parrots live do everything they can to save them. They pair for life–we found the evidence amusing and enchanting.
Whenever we saw an uneven number together, we looked elsewhere and found the mate drinking or feeding.
Of course, there has to be toucans. Some even clowned for the tourists. People clustered all around to watch their antics.
Where you have flowers you have butterflies.
Butterflies love Gaston.
They landed on him, flew to his fingers, let him pick them up without flying away. I tried, but no luck.
A fabulous morning on the Brazilian side, starting with the helicopter ride and ending here with flowers, birds, and butterflies.
After we left the little village of Colonia Liberatad, we headed down another unpaved road to a tiny little building in a large garden for coffee and dessert. Costa Rica is heaven for flower and plant lovers, a true botanists’ paradise.
A pebbled path led from the road to the “restaurant”. No one rushed; we were too enthralled with the flowers, the humidity, the total intenseness of the surroundings and atmosphere.
Although I have been to Costa Rica twice now, ten days each time, and love flowers, still I can only recall the names of a few.
Hundreds, sometimes, thousands, of species reside within only a few square yards.
Everyone stopped along the way to look. Some of the children wanted to hunt for reptiles. They were warned because the deadly fear-de-lance lives here. A few assured everyone they knew exactly what they look like. Knowing them, it was probably true.
A wood building is a rare sight anywhere I have been there–too much rain. All roofs are either metal or tile for the same reason. Other types of roofing rot. Some have totally given up trying to add color because it disappears quickly apparently. This area of Costa Rica on the Caribbean side of the mountains receives rain daily. It rained off and on all day.
I have no idea the name of the dessert they served us with coffee. It resembled Indian Fry Bread (from New Mexico and Arizona–I love the stuff), super crispy, soaked in honey.
The road just outside this hidden gem.