I could hear them all around us — or above us is probably more accurate. “That’s a mealy. I’m sure of it,” someone called out. “Where, where?” The Amazons were perched in the canopy above us, flying back and forth from treetop to treetop, leaving us with only glimpses of their short tails and the tips of their wings. At this point, the white-fronted and red-lored Amazons were becoming too common for us. We wanted a mealy.
I traveled to Guatemala for the 2nd annual International Bird Watching Encounter put on by the Guatemalan National Tourist Institute (INGUAT) at the end of February 2006. It was the perfect time to go, because the rainy season had passed and the heat had not yet begun.
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