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From Rick’s Desk: Satisfaction & EpiphanyThe number one perk of operating a bird tour company is actually birding. In 2005 I personally led or co-led seven tours in North America, seven tours in Mexico, and four tours in Africa and Asia. Altogether my groups saw in the neighborhood of 1500 species of birds. More important than any of these statistics, however, are a handful of vignettes that will forever enrichen my life. The year began in San Blas, Mexico. One of the most satisfying moments for any guide is the ever-fleeting sense of mastery over the natural world. The group was at La Tovara, the big spring that supplies most of the water for the people of San Blas. It was just after dusk and the first Pauraques were wafting over the beautiful, 50-yard-long, crystal clear pool where La Tovara is born at the foot of a jungle-clad bluff. I knew from many years of experience that a pair of Mottled Owls also likes to hunt the precincts of La Tovara. One burst of calls from my iPod and both birds floated in to investigate. The whole group was treated to fabulous views for at least 15 minutes until we finally had to begin the “Potoo Run” back down Canal La Tovara. Some years we spotlight more than 20 Northern Potoos as we idle down the waterway. In 2005 we saw only seven; some of these, however, posed for us at less than 20 feet. The happy chatter at our table an hour later at dinner was the best reward a guide could ever receive. It’s always a gamble when you guide. Wildlife, almost without exception, cannot be guaranteed. In over 20 years of tours in Southeastern Arizona we’ve never missed the Elegant Trogon. This is the bird everyone puts on the top of their wish list when they visit our area. Some years we only see a few on a trip and some years we see a dozen. As the author of a book on trogons, and as the fellow Audubon magazine once called “Arizona’s resident trogon expert,” I feel immense pressure to produce. Fortunately, 2005 was generous with its trogons. Our August group was treated to many wonderful views of adult males, multiple views of fledglings, and even a late nest with a chick being fed at the entrance to a sycamore cavity. The young bird, brown headed and speckled over most of its body, clung to the wooden transom of the nest hole and gave poignant, bell-like little calls until the parent bird arrived in molten flash of emerald green and crimson red. Then the adult was gone again and the silent chick gazed out on the world with a smug and vacuous expression on its over-stuffed mug. That’s the sort of snapshot of bird behavior every guide wants everyone to see. The same “Never-a-Guarantee” principle applies not only to other species of Arizona birds which we seldom, if ever, miss, but to the “target species” at all our other tour locales, as well. In Alaska there are many charismatic species, but none inspires more passion than the pretty little Bluethroat. Practically the only place in Alaska to see this Old World specialty is in the tundra surrounding Nome. Here Bluethroats inhabit willow thickets—but not all willow thickets. There are thousands of square miles of appropriate habitat on the Seward Peninsula. Those thickets harboring Bluethroats that are road accessible on the 200-odd-mile-long Nome highway system are often separated by ten or more miles. The problem is all willow thickets tend to look the same. It’s the guide’s responsibility to lead groups to these comparatively rare Bluethroat territories. Borderland hosted two groups at Nome in 2005. With both groups we pulled up a singing male Bluethroat at the first thicket we tried. Attached like a fancy ornament to the antenna of an antique roadster, I can still see the blazing red bullseye encircled in iridescent blue on the throat of the male Bluethroat as it flashed us from its willowtop perch. When I turned to look at the group they were all beaming like children in a candy store. Endemics are one reason people choose a guided trip. Stake-outs are another. Almost nothing brings more satisfaction to a guide than watching participant reactions when a stake-out for an endemic bird comes through. The Sierra Madre accounts for the majority of the 88 species confined to Mexico, and the state of Oaxaca on the southern end of this mountain chain is particularly rich in endemic birds. In 2005 I led our Grand Oaxaca group to a tiny field set like a pea in a forest of bromeliad-laden sacred fir and alder trees on Cerro San Felipe. In the space of less than an hour we saw Gray-barred Wren, Russet Nightingale-Thrush, Black Robin, Aztec Thrush, Rufous-capped Brush-Finch, and Collared Towhee, all endemics, as well as many other near-endemics such as Gray Silky-Flycatcher and Black-headed Siskin that range farther south into Guatemala. Aztec Thrush was one of our party’s single most-wanted bird. His face glowed with pure pleasure as he told me it was the best hour of birding he’d ever experienced in Mexico. There are few places in the world with more endemic birds than Madagascar. In fact, five families of birds are found exclusively in Madagascar. Our 2005 group found representatives of all all five of those families, and we even swept all six species of the difficult Ground-Roller tribe. Aside from endemic birds, Madagascar is the home of the Lemur clan, the precursors to the primate family. Unforgettable for me was having a small band of Indris, looking like so many black-and-white, somewhat lanky teddy bears, come bounding through the rain forest canopy right up to the group. Two of the three-foot-tall Indris serenaded us with their ululating, whale-like songs. A hush settled over the group. Then the cameras began to talk back to the Indris as everyone tried to record this moment forever. As I took photographs, too, it came to me that the best possible experience for anyone, including guides, is when wildlife approaches our species of its own volition, as unafraid and as curious about us as we are about them.
Several dozen Verreaux’s Sifakas were seen in Berenty, Madagascar. Marsha and Dave caught one “dancing” across the road by snapping eight photos per second on Dave’s digital camera. While Dave held the camera at the ready, Marsha watched for a Sifaka about to dance across the road, capturing forever a magical moment in one amazing photo montage.
Borderland Photo Gallery Perhaps you've noticed? We have been adding a number of new features to our site, including photo galleries
from each tour. Below are a small sample of the images featured in the new
web galleries. Updating the Borderland web-site will be a continuing
project for 2006. Watch for sections with bird lists, client comments,
articles of interest, and more.
Ready to Travel NOW!Are you just dying to leave winter behind and get out for some neotropical birding NOW!? Perhaps one of these trips is for you. Call us to confirm your space, get your plane ticket, and pack your bags!
Changes in Our Schedule
E-NewsWe currently send two mailings to you per year, this newsletter in February and our catalog in August. If you would like to receive an occasional (perhaps quarterly) e-mail update on tour status and upcoming events, please send an e-mail to This e-mail address is being protected from spam bots, you need JavaScript enabled to view it and put “e-news” in the subject line. We’ll keep it simple, and we promise not to clutter up your in-box!Staff NotesBarbara Bickel & Lynne Taylor are looking forward to a Maine lobster dinner while representing Borderland Tours at the ABA Convention in Bangor this coming June. We hope Razorbill and Atlantic Puffin are on the birding menu! But before then, both are scheduled for a week of R and R at a spa in Mexico with a dozen of their girlfriends. Mexico, watch out!India was a family affair for Adam Riley. In addition to his fiancee, Lisl, and his mother, Norma, he was able to scout the tour with five of his friends and fellow guides. Now he's buckling down to the office work at Rockjumper Birding Tours until November, when he reunites with Rick in Uganda. Carlos Gómez ended the year by participating in the Costa Rica Christmas Bird Count at La Selva Biological Station on December 30. He left his home at 3 a.m. and returned to San José just in time for his surprise party at 8 p.m. (And then he danced until the wee hours!) See the story below. David MacKay and wife Jennifer have launched into the construction phase on the guest cabañas they are building on their fig-strewn, 20 acre lot at the foot of Sierra de Alamos in Alamos, Sonora, Mexico. Dave likes to say that after 15 years of residency in Alamos, the family is finally digging in! We Now Accept Credit CardsPlease Note: Borderland now accepts MasterCard and Visa for trip deposits and final tour payments. Watch those frequent flier miles grow! Please call our office if you wish to make a payment by credit card.2007 PreviewBesides our standard offerings, here is a sample of some new or returning tours for 2007. Thailand—Feb. 22-Mar. 12 Please watch for details this August in the Borderland Tours 2007 catalog. Or contact us to put your name on the list for an information packet on a tour.
2006 Tour SchedulePlease consult our 2006 Brochure for descriptions of all of these tours, or check our 2006 Calendar, if you have specific dates in mind. North America
Mexico
Central America
South America
Eastern Hemisphere
Birders & Friendships: ![]() Charlie Gomez and Chris on the Río Sarapiqui, Costa Rica. Photo by Charlie Oldham. Friendships are one of the bonuses gained from traveling on a
birding tour. Many life long friendships have developed on our
Borderland Tours—among guides and participants alike. Costa Rican guide Carlos Gómez has inspired many friendships while leading Borderland Tours in Costa Rica, Panama, Ecuador, Galapagos, and Peru. In December members of the Borderland Family shared memories of Carlos in honor of his 50th birthday. It was a privilege for me to attend Charlie’s surprise party and share the anecdotes and accolades in the memory book. After all, Charlie is not only one of my favorite guides, he’s one of my favorite human beings! Here are a few excerpts from the memory book presented to Charlie at the party on December 30, 2005, in San José, Costa Rica. —Barbara Bickel Congratulations on approaching your 50th birthday, and you can still hear! Your compadres will try to force you into some office routine. Don’t let them do it! You are a terrific field person! —Bob & Melinda Elvander
I’ll always remember the evening we met in Panama, your endearing smile, your gracious & helpful manner. All that wrapped up in a wonderful birder & botanist! What a pleasure to travel with you! —Cynthia Pruett
—Gerry Murphy
—Barbara Mohr
—Suzanne Belcher
—Howard Holmquist I look back on our Ecuador trip with the greatest pleasure—co-leading a tour with you was sheer delight. Your field skills and people skills are both of the highest caliber. Remember all those antbirds you managed to pull out of the thickets? —Narca Moore-Craig
—Sue Sandiforth & Paul Hannah
Happy Birthday, Hermano!Today, Carlos, you step through an invisible glass door into a new decade. Today you are 50 years old. I am writing this so that when we truly are old and have leisure time for contemplation, we both may look back and reflect on the year of our lives—divided into many small segments—that we have shared. That year has names like Panama, Ecuador, Peru, Costa Rica, and even Arizona. Our year together stretches over nearly two decades and has seen your children become young adults. That year can be sliced into one thousand life birds we saw together. Do you remember our first Red-breasted Blackbird in the Chiriqui with Vinicio Viquez and Clive Green? It was the first time we ever traveled outside of Costa Rica together. Do you remember our dance of joy at Villa Neilly when we saw our first Red-breasted Blackbird in Costa Rica? Our Borderland Tours group looked on in astonishment. Do you remember the Pavonine Quetzal at Explorer’s Inn? Do you recall our Costa Rican Big Day? No one had ever tried a serious Big Day in Costa Rica until our attempt in 1991. Despite your bout with bad ceviche and temporarily losing the keys to your father’s finca home near Orotina, we still saw 225 species of birds. We dedicated our Big Day on January 15, 1991 to world peace and international brotherhood. The first Gulf War with Iraq began the following day. Our year together holds countless moments of pure pleasure. Remember swimming in the clean, blue Pacific Ocean together at the Marenco Biological Station in 1987? That was on the Sierra Club trip where we first met. Together we took the five-mile-long trail to La Llorona on a 40° centigrade day, drank all of our water just getting there, and were forced to drink the tears from La Llorona herself. You sacrificed a coconut with a machete we found on the beach, and together we quenched our thirst with its milk. Do you remember the Black-and-white Hawk-Eagle soaring over our raft in the Tres Chimbadas oxbow lake across the river from Pousada Amazonas Lodge? It was the second one during our month in Peru, but you refused to trust your own eyes with the first one that you, Chris Sharpe, and I saw two weeks earlier during our scouting trip. No one can ever say you’re not stubborn! What about those great debates over the species identity of the pair of Pacific Screech-Owls we saw and heard at Hacienda Los Inocentes? They came in to the Pacific Screech-Owl tape, they called back to the tape, but you insisted they were Tropical Screech-Owls, and I bet you still think so today! Remember on our private trip in July, 2000—after our group had left—when I crashed down the dining room stairs at Selva Verde while trying to carry all of our luggage down at once. That day you showed me a lost and lyrical Tropical Mockingbird at the church in Siquirres while I hopped around our little Volkswagen rental car on my one good foot. But before the day was over—thanks to the pain-killer you managed to sweet-talk from a pharmacy—we hiked down to the hummingbird pools below Rancho Naturalista and enjoyed the cool, green-colored late afternoon twilight with a bathing Snowcap for company. Except for the caretaker, we had the Rancho to ourselves. That night and the next three we sat on the veranda at the Rancho and watched the lights twinkling below us in the Río Tuis Valley and spoke about the meaning of our lives. Laughter has always been a big part of anything we’ve ever done. I remember nights with you and Vickie slurping up home-made tres leches cake prepared by our good amiga Patricia. By the end of those evenings my mouth hurt from so much smiling. I also remember standing behind a voluptuous, very tall model at the lunch buffet at Selva Verde. Only later did we learn she was there for the annual Sports Illustrated swimsuit shoot. You said “I’ll take the bottom if you take the top!” I said “Sí!” perhaps a little too enthusiastically, and she slowly turned and said “Pardon me?” In English. I remember young Chris looking on in amazement, toothbrush frozen between his lips, when you jumped on me as I lay flopped out on my bed at Yucay in the high Andes of Peru. Moments later you burst your patrician nose open on my very round and very hard head when I stood up and ducked to avoid your flying fists. That ended your unprovoked attack (your Kato to my Inspector Clouseau), but neither of us could quit laughing—which only kept your nose bleeding.… I even remember, and treasure, some events where I wasn’t even present. I remember Lynne spotting you and Vickie in the parking lot at the Point Reyes Bird Observatory in California. I remember you telling me that Don Claudio asked after the “Gringo Boy” at the Hostal Los Alpes in Quito. That was back in 1998, the first year I turned the Ecuador tour entirely over to you. As much as I cherish the memory of everyone and everything in our year of shared history, nothing surpasses the afternoon we picked up Dr. Alexander Skutch hitch-hiking down from Los Cusingos to San Isidro. As usual he wore a khaki shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of old sneakers. Remember, while Vinicio and Clive sat in the cab, you and I rode back in the bed of Vinicio’s little blue truck with Don Alejandro. All of us felt it was an honor. Today, as you pass through the invisible glass door and become 50 years of age, I want you to know that I consider it one of the great honors of my life to have known you, Carlos. You will always be my hermano. —Rick Taylor Celebrating “50” with Charlie Gómez
![]() The Family: Laura, Silvia, Charlie, Vickie, & Sergio Gomez. Photo by Mark Garland
![]() Looking at the Memory Book: Barbara Bickel, Charlie, Rafa Campos, & Ruth Marie Lyons. Photo by Mark Garland. All rights reserved.
The Borderland Family ReunionThese snapshots were taken last July when a group of happy revelers--all seasoned Borderland Tours travelers--descended on Rick and Lynne Taylor's home in the legendary Chiricahua Mountains of Southeastern Arizona on the heels of the 2005 American Birding Association convention in Tucson. The plan was to help Rick decompress after his opening night address, owl prowls, and multiple days of guiding for the convention. It worked. Unstructured birding, loafing, conversation, and just plain fun were the hallmarks of what everyone ended up calling "The 2005 Borderland Family Reunion!"
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