It's three a.m. and the baggage-drop line at the airport in Juezeiro do Norte (in Ceará State in Northeast Brazil) is simply not moving. We'd left the hotel at 2am in order to be on time for our 3:20am plane to São Paulo and, after waiting on line now for 40 minutes, it's pretty obvious that we aren't going to make the flight. I'm tired and grumpy and haven't yet had coffee. My companion, biologist Pablo Vieira Cerqueira, seems calm but I can tell that even he's getting slightly stressed as the line stubbornly refuses to move and the four uniformed GOL employees dawdle along with the bag-check process at their own good speed. This is the first of three flights planned for the day, so missing this flight would almost certainly waste twenty-four hours. This is not shaping up to be a smooth travel day. Ah, the joys of World-Birding ....
Saturday, July 6 - Botumirim, Minais Gerais
We made it in the end. The boarding process that morning was so delayed that the airline decided to wait for the passengers rather than leave on time and empty. A one-hour delay into São Paulo and we were still able to make connecting flights to Belo Horizonte and then onto Montes Claros in Northern Minais Gerais. Then a near four hour drive to the town of Botumirim where the mostly dirt streets throbbed with the sounds of a local religious festival. By the time we made the little three-room local hotel, the only one in town, we were tired, hungry and exhausted after 18 hours traveling. The restaurants in the town were closed for the festival (or more likely just so full as to not be gringo-friendly by that time) so the owner of the hotel kindly agreed to cook for us. Never has a home cooked meal and a can of cold beer been so gratefully received.
|Home cooked Escondidinho ... perfection.|
Today was ground dove day. We had come here to search for the rare BLUE-EYED GROUND DOVE a bird long thought extinct but recently rediscovered at a single site near town. There are estimated to be only 22 living individuals of this species in the world and extensive searching in recent years has failed to turn up any more since the original re-discovery. This is a very rare bird, and one that justified slogging half way across Brazil to try to see it ... OK, so I'd been a bit grumpy the day before, but now I was excited.
Before dawn we met our local guide, the charming and softly-spoke Marcelo Lisita Junqueira, who works as the warden at the reserve for the doves. Birders are permitted to visit here with prior arrangement (and permits) but are chaperoned to avoid habitat disturbance and to ensure that local (and very sensible) rules like the ban on playing recordings to attract the birds, are observed. The trade off though is that Marcelo knows exactly where to find the birds and as we headed to the reserve I was idly wondering what we'd do with the rest of the day once we'd seen them. It ended up taking a little more effort than I'd thought.
|The reserve sign and the open, white-sand, habitat where|
the doves don't hang out.
Reserve Natural Rolinha-do-planalto is quite beautiful, the kind of place that makes you want to be a botanist so that you could understand what the amazing variety of unfamiliar plants actually were. This little bowl of white-sand habitat with patches of dense scrub and rock outcroppings in surrounded by picturesque cliffs and bisected by a sand road. It just looks like the kind of place that is stuffed with interesting life and indeed the first thing we saw when we got out of the car were Ocelot tracks in the sand. Walking along the road, Marcelo soon oriented us. The doves apparently liked the dense vegetation near the rock outcroppings and to see them we basically had to wait for one to pop up and let itself be seen. So we took positions at promising looking spots, where Marcelo knew the doves were seen recently, and waited ... and waited ... and waited ....
|Dense vegetation, where the doves do hang out.|
Local rare cactus thing (not a botanist) ....
Five hours later, we still hadn't seen a dove. We'd seen plenty of other birds, in fact I really felt like I'd gotten to know the locals pretty well and even managed to take quite a few photos of the resident birds along the road.
Then, around noon, another hand signal from Marcelo and Pablo and I rushed over to where he was pointing (well Pablo rushed, I can't manage more than an amble these days). By the time I arrived, the others had bins up and were watching a BLUE-EYED GROUND DOVE sitting up on a small bush not far from the road. Relief! I raised my camera, found the bird and fired, but instead of the blast of shots I expected to hear, it fired only twice. Tried again ... nothing. Then looking down at the camera screen, the problem became obvious "MEMORY CARD FULL" .... five hours of hummingbird photos and now I was not going to get a photo of the main target! I scrambled to delete some photos to free space on the card but, by the time I lifted the camera again, the dove was gone. What were the chances of one of the two shots that I did get being in focus? Slim I thought, but when I checked, I was lucky. I had one (more-or-less) in focus shot of a dove, albeit with it's bill hidden behind a bush. Good enough.
|Blue-eyed Ground Dove (you'll just have to imagine the bill).|
With the dove in the bag, we were free to bird at leisure that afternoon and the next morning, adding a few more species at the reserve and more good things locally.
|Masked Yellowthroat and Variable Antshrike|
We were also treated to another amazing home-cooked meal that night (I didn't even ask about the local restaurants). I was thinking just how perfect everything was that night after dinner and then, walking out of the dining room in the dark, wearing flip-flops, I slammed my toe into a low concrete step and had to deal with a bloody, bruised, swollen mess of a foot for the rest of the trip .... oh well, at least it happened after I got the dove.
|I really wanted to take this lady home with me as I could quite happily eat her food every day.|