I closed my eyes for a second to rest them, and when I opened them, there was the Long-wattled Umbrella bird. What an amazing and super cool bird! A little bit bigger than your average crow, they are resident of the Andian Highlands in Ecuador. That wacky headress is how they got part of their name. That massive pile of feathers on their head opens up, coming down to cover the sides and hiding their bill. In the breeding season, as many as fifteen males gather on a lek, open their umbrella, sway their wattle, and make a low, cow-like single note call.

We had multiple opportunities each day to be with this incredible bird! They could perch like a statue for as long as they liked. It would float in and land without making a sound. When it left, though, its wing beat are so powerful we witnessed it breaking its perch on launch. They would perch and stare right at us and then slowly, cock their head back and forth, rotating it every so slowly. I would love to know what it saw, what it was thinking as it just stared. All totalled, I’m sure we had hours with them over the week and I still was left wanting. It was the Ecuadorian forest star!

Just look at that tail! Would you believe it’s a cavity nestor?! It gets all twenty inches of itself into and out of a cavity and in near silence. The Rufous Motmot is the second largest of the motmots, and they are all very secretive. They can perch for incredibly long periods and not even blink an eye. Their call is a single, low note, a kind of haunting call of the rainforest. They are common, very common, but with that said, this large bird is rarely seen. Often, because it is holding so still, your eye doesn’t catch them perched there watching you. They also love the dark pockets of the rainforest. The Profoto A10 was at 10 and screaming from pain trying to bring life to the color of this amazing bird, perched there in silent eloquence.

It would appear as if by magic, not making a sound or flash. It would grab its prey (sizable at that) and poof, be gone! The Golden-bellied Flycatcher of the Andean Highlands of Ecuador was a delight to watch. In the world of green, you could pick it out as it made its way in. It would perch and watch and then, when ready, strike with great speed, capturing its prey. I watched and marveled at this gorgeous bird all week, and would always be on the lookout for it to get more time watching. I was smitten by golden.