Back in the Osa. All the familiar sights, sounds, smells. The heat, the humidity. I am struck by how the once-exotic has become familiar, common, comforting.
- The melodic sing-song sliding notes of the Clay Colored Robin announcing the coming dawn
- Followed by the insistent call of the pipsqueak Riverside Wren, "the sun is up, the sun is up…"
- The raucous squawking arguments of Scarlet Macaw couples passing overhead
- The haunting call of the toucan
- The guttural growly huffing barks of the Howler Monkeys claiming their place
- The comic acrobatic ease of Spider Monkeys passing through the canopy
- The startling electric blue flash of of a Morpho Butterfly winging erratically by
- The improbable purple-orange hustle of Halloween Crabs in the leaf duff at night
- The magic of glowbugs in the dark
- Fruit setting on the mango trees--monkey bait and promise of mischief to come
- A carpet of yellow; freshly fallen flowers of the Cortez Amarillo
