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Bird sighting through Peru's mountains and jungles
September 11, 2007 | Harvey Thommasen
View a slide show of this trip.
Not many folks would spend a full month backpacking through the jungles of Peru searching out unusual ornithological
species, but Dr. Harvey Thommasen did just that.
In 1970 I delivered newspapers in the small community of Youbou on the northern shores of Lake Cowichan on Vancouver
Island. One of my customers was George Bradd, and little did I know that 37 years later he would lead me in a great
birding adventure in Peru.
About 10 years older than I, Bradd worked in the local
sawmill but he was different from most of the local resident
loggers and millworkers I knew. He was a tree-hugger and a bird watcher who had moved to Youbou from California. Prior to George, I had never met anyone who admired living
old-growth trees. He was also the first person I had ever
met who knew the names of birds residing in the Cowichan
Valley. We shared a passion for trout fishing, and over the
years I learned to admire his love of forests and wildlife.
When I headed off to McGill University in Montreal in 1975,
we lost contact, and I didn't expect to ever see George
again.
Two years ago, while doing a locum in Tofino, B.C., I
stumbled across a bird watching business, and was somehow
not surprised to discover it was George who was offering
bird tours in the Tofino area in the summer months (www.justbiring.com) and winter trips to South America.
George proposed my wife and I join him for a month-long
birding tour in Peru and we agreed. After 30 years of bird
watching in Mexico, Central America and South America,
George was now fluent in Spanish and had considerable
experience in planning relatively safe, out-of-the-way
trips. We left the details of the trip to him. Our job was
to pay the bills.
We were instructed to bring no more than one backpack, and
one day pack. I was told to look scruffy (so I stopped
shaving and postponed a haircut) and not show off expensive
items such as digital cameras. Carol was told to look
"Catholic" (so she wore her cross necklace, modest clothing
and put her hair in a ponytail).
Our trip was four weeks long. We arrived on February 28 in
Lima, where we stayed at the Posada del Parque Hotel for two
nights. It was a veritable garden recluse in the heart of a
busy city district. On our first morning, we were woken by the parakeets calling in the large tree in front.
Next we drove south from Lima to Paracas where we stayed in
Hotel Mirador for three nights. Paracas is said to be the
driest desert in the world and, paradoxically, it is located
right beside the ocean. Highlights included seeing the
Paracas candelabra bird in the sandy hillside, Humboldt penguins and a ringed storm petrel. The next day we explored
the desert and found the Peruvian thick-knee (a kind of
plover); and just as the sun was setting, we saw the
extremely rare slender-billed finch.
When we returned to Lima we made the obligatory visit to the
magnificent Machu Picchu ruins. On the way we visited the
beautiful Lago Huacarpay-a lake surrounded by pre-Inca
ruins. High-elevation birding highlights included the Inca
wren, torrent duck and a dozen brightly coloured
hummingbirds, including the long-tailed sylph, giant
hummingbird and the great sapphire-wing hummingbird.
We rented a Toyota Land Cruiser and made our way to the
Wayqechas Cloud Forest Research and Conservation Area at
around 3,000 metres elevation. From Wayqechas we descended
down the treacherous and narrow Manu Road to Atalaya, a
small village at the end of the road. On two occasions we
were stopped by mudslides, and once we watched more than a
dozen people push a bus over one of these mudslides. I had
visions of the bus falling thousands of metres down the
mountainside.
At Atalaya we found the recommended river boat captain and
paid for our ferrying across the Madre de Dios. Our
destination was Amazonia Lodge, still another hour's hike
away. There we saw hummingbirds, macaws, tinamou and a
wonderful assortment of tanagers.
Above the clouds: Peru's mix of exhuberant vegetation and
majestic mountains creates astonishing views.
We were served fresh grapefruits, oranges and bananas right
off the trees. We learned the tanagers would approach a
feeder quite close to the veranda to enjoy bananas and rice.
Apples did not work because they quickly became covered with
wasps and bees. The wide veranda gave us welcome hours of
armchair bird watching. It was the most relaxing part of our
trip.
On day 22, we made our way back to Cusco. From there, we
flew to Puerto Maldonado, where we hired a private bird
guide with a river boat from Rainforest Expeditions
(www.perunature.com) and headed up river to Posada Amazonas.
There were many new birds to stop and see along the way.
Highlights included seeing hundreds of macaws, parrots and
parakeets congregate at the world's largest macaw clay lick.
We also saw the harpy eagle, great potoo, chachalaca, guan,
trumpeter and tinamou-all rare birds that have been hunted
off most of their traditional ranges. There were monkeys,
poison dart frogs and an assortment of large and colourful
insects.
One afternoon, we encountered a herd of wild pigs on the
trail. We had heard stories about these pigs eating people,
so we were not sure if we should scream, climb trees or make
spears when we heard the racket.
On day 28 we got back into the river boat and retraced our
steps back to Lima. All told, Carol and I saw more than 340
bird species we had never seen before. It was truly a bird
watchers' extravaganza!
Throughout our Peru adventure, George entertained us with
story after story of his adventures in South America. These
included bird watching through the bars of a Mexican prison
where he was "kidnapped" until family found money to pay the
officials to bail him out; dodging lightning bolts as he ran
across a high-elevation Argentine grass plain after seeing
Andean condors and flamingos; discovering rare birds and
human skeletal remains below a cliff where allegedly corrupt
officials threw people to their deaths; uncovering a parrot
smuggling operation with the help of a local, and then
barely escaping with his life after reporting the details of
the operation to the wrong person. And unfortunately, the
local help was found dead a few weeks later after having his
arm cut off with a machete. We have encouraged George to
write a book of his adventures. The tentative title will be "Bird Watching on the Edge."
At Lima, we waved goodbye to George. He was staying another
month in Peru to continue honing his birding skills deep in
the Amazon jungle. He said he couldn't wait to get away from
civilization and get back to worshipping the birds he
continues to adore after all these years.
Harvey Thommasen is a rural physician who works in Masset,
B.C.
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