Hamhed
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Day Four - May 17th
Chirps of House Geckos would lull us to sleep at night and we were growing accustomed to waking at first light to the gentle whooping of Blue-crowned Motmots. But then, like a cheap alarm clock, the Chacalacas would sound off. In my teenage years, I might have slept through that sound but no longer. We were up with the birds and planning to be at the Chagres River for an hour before breakfast and our participation in the census.
We had not yet learned how to walk directly to a destination without being slowed in our progress by an endless parade of interesting birds. Using the back entrance road again, trying to walk with purpose, we did get to the river on the grounds of the Gamboa Resort but had little time there before we hustled back. The open lawns there held Martins, Lapwings and Seedeaters; the thin swath of marshes along the shoreline had our first Kingfisher, an Amazon.
Breakfast done, we watched feeder birds until mid-morning before deciding to skew the census numbers and make a break for the La Laguna trail with Tom. More quality birds here but thicker and brushier than the forest we had been in previously. The going was slow as we crept along stealthily, seeing some good birds at all levels of the vegetation. We eventually came to a fork in the trail, with the left fork crudely signed "birds" and no marker whatever on the right. Well, left was obviously a trap set by the census people so we chose right and ended up at the head of the lagoon in a clearing by a small stream. Our first bird was our first American Pygmy Kingfisher and we were so transfixed, that the camera was forgotten. Tom may have gotten some pictures but the bird flew before Liz or I could react. Close by, I heard an odd snapping sound on a low hillside across the stream. By crouching and angling for a decent view, I was able to get a brief view of a Golden-collared Manakin. It was high up the hill by the time Liz joined me. As we left this spot, rain began to fall and with his expensive camera gear, Tom elected to head back. We pressed on the "birds" fork, expecting to be netted and properly counted, maybe even tatooed but instead came up along the side of the main lagoon, though it was filled with vegetation, not a great deal of water could be seen. A short distance later, the trail spilled out onto the main entrance road to the Gamboa Resort, just past the gate guard. As we stepped onto the road, the shower ended.
We left Goethals Boulevard, as the resort entrance road is called and made our way in the now hot afternoon sun across town, back to Ivans. Cooling off a bit, restocking on water and food, we decided our next move was to check out an old set of steps going to the Gamboa water tower. Ivan had pointed out the stake in the frog marsh that marked the way, neglecting to mention that many of the steps were broken or fallen away and that the slope was something akin to climbing a Mayan ruin. I think by now he saw us as a hardy sort of birder and was testing our limits. The climb was in the shade but the humidity pooled in the pockets of our shorts as we made our way up to the tower. A paved access road led away from the tower and we followed it, first up and then down before it became obvious heavy rain was moving closer and we wouldn't have time for any more exploration. A intriguing set of steps led from the road steeply up through the forest. Later, we were told that those steps led to the Resort tower. We found at least one pair of Red-capped Manakins near the tower shuffling and dancing along the tree limbs, the second Manakin lek of the day. Otherwise, birding was very slow.
After cleaning up at Ivans, we elected to go to the Resort with Tom to sample their salad bar. For us vegetarians, it was a good decision; we ate all we wanted of pasta, vegetables, bread and soup in an elegant atmosphere, well, elegant compared to the restaurants we normally frequent. The cost, $29 for two, including tip and tax was about the same as eating at Ivans. A good choice also compared to meals at the marina off Goethals Boulevard that start at $40 each. We finished off the evening washing out sweaty clothing and dodging bats while we wrote out our bird lists on the open porch.
Chagres River/Gamboa Resort:
Green Heron
Buff-throated Saltator
Common Moorhen
Amazon Kingfisher
Mangrove Swallow
*Flame-rumped tanager
Linneated Woodpecker
Palm Tanager
Golden-hooded Tanager
Great Kiskadee
La Laguna Trail:
Chestnut-headed Oropendula
White-shouldered Tanager
*Thick-billed Euphonia
*Checker-throated Antwren
*Blue-black Grosbeak
*White-bellied Antbird
Lesser Greenlet
*American Pygmy Kingfisher
*Golden-collared Manakin
Gamboa Watertank area:
Red-capped Manakin
Chirps of House Geckos would lull us to sleep at night and we were growing accustomed to waking at first light to the gentle whooping of Blue-crowned Motmots. But then, like a cheap alarm clock, the Chacalacas would sound off. In my teenage years, I might have slept through that sound but no longer. We were up with the birds and planning to be at the Chagres River for an hour before breakfast and our participation in the census.
We had not yet learned how to walk directly to a destination without being slowed in our progress by an endless parade of interesting birds. Using the back entrance road again, trying to walk with purpose, we did get to the river on the grounds of the Gamboa Resort but had little time there before we hustled back. The open lawns there held Martins, Lapwings and Seedeaters; the thin swath of marshes along the shoreline had our first Kingfisher, an Amazon.
Breakfast done, we watched feeder birds until mid-morning before deciding to skew the census numbers and make a break for the La Laguna trail with Tom. More quality birds here but thicker and brushier than the forest we had been in previously. The going was slow as we crept along stealthily, seeing some good birds at all levels of the vegetation. We eventually came to a fork in the trail, with the left fork crudely signed "birds" and no marker whatever on the right. Well, left was obviously a trap set by the census people so we chose right and ended up at the head of the lagoon in a clearing by a small stream. Our first bird was our first American Pygmy Kingfisher and we were so transfixed, that the camera was forgotten. Tom may have gotten some pictures but the bird flew before Liz or I could react. Close by, I heard an odd snapping sound on a low hillside across the stream. By crouching and angling for a decent view, I was able to get a brief view of a Golden-collared Manakin. It was high up the hill by the time Liz joined me. As we left this spot, rain began to fall and with his expensive camera gear, Tom elected to head back. We pressed on the "birds" fork, expecting to be netted and properly counted, maybe even tatooed but instead came up along the side of the main lagoon, though it was filled with vegetation, not a great deal of water could be seen. A short distance later, the trail spilled out onto the main entrance road to the Gamboa Resort, just past the gate guard. As we stepped onto the road, the shower ended.
We left Goethals Boulevard, as the resort entrance road is called and made our way in the now hot afternoon sun across town, back to Ivans. Cooling off a bit, restocking on water and food, we decided our next move was to check out an old set of steps going to the Gamboa water tower. Ivan had pointed out the stake in the frog marsh that marked the way, neglecting to mention that many of the steps were broken or fallen away and that the slope was something akin to climbing a Mayan ruin. I think by now he saw us as a hardy sort of birder and was testing our limits. The climb was in the shade but the humidity pooled in the pockets of our shorts as we made our way up to the tower. A paved access road led away from the tower and we followed it, first up and then down before it became obvious heavy rain was moving closer and we wouldn't have time for any more exploration. A intriguing set of steps led from the road steeply up through the forest. Later, we were told that those steps led to the Resort tower. We found at least one pair of Red-capped Manakins near the tower shuffling and dancing along the tree limbs, the second Manakin lek of the day. Otherwise, birding was very slow.
After cleaning up at Ivans, we elected to go to the Resort with Tom to sample their salad bar. For us vegetarians, it was a good decision; we ate all we wanted of pasta, vegetables, bread and soup in an elegant atmosphere, well, elegant compared to the restaurants we normally frequent. The cost, $29 for two, including tip and tax was about the same as eating at Ivans. A good choice also compared to meals at the marina off Goethals Boulevard that start at $40 each. We finished off the evening washing out sweaty clothing and dodging bats while we wrote out our bird lists on the open porch.
Chagres River/Gamboa Resort:
Green Heron
Buff-throated Saltator
Common Moorhen
Amazon Kingfisher
Mangrove Swallow
*Flame-rumped tanager
Linneated Woodpecker
Palm Tanager
Golden-hooded Tanager
Great Kiskadee
La Laguna Trail:
Chestnut-headed Oropendula
White-shouldered Tanager
*Thick-billed Euphonia
*Checker-throated Antwren
*Blue-black Grosbeak
*White-bellied Antbird
Lesser Greenlet
*American Pygmy Kingfisher
*Golden-collared Manakin
Gamboa Watertank area:
Red-capped Manakin