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Iberá Travel Diary - p. 3
23 Sept 2001
This morning brings a nice Green-barred Woodpecker near
the outskirts of town, whittling out a nest hole with its mate. The afternoon is
sunny, and Maximo and I return to the laguna. After a closeup of White-necked Heron,
our luck goes cold. For over an hour we vainly seek

Wattled Jacana and Scarlet-headed Blackbird, the latter on my "must have"
list. Earlier we had seen a Jabiru stork - now suddenly he is just ahead of us, with
the sun perfectly aligned behind us. Maximo stops the boat, but a shrub lies between
us and the bird. For 15 minutes he dabbles around in shallow water behind the
shrub. I wait anxiously, fearful that a chance for a photo will go awasting.
Then the bird's luck, and mine, changes. The Jabiru steps into the open and suddenly nabs
a fish. Not just a minnow either, but a nice fat one, 6-8 inches long. He
struggles for several minutes to swallow his catch, during which time my camera is
clicking away. Finally down it goes, too quick to capture on film. Quite
pleased with himself, and no doubt enjoying the feel of a full stomach, Jabiru poses as I
continue to shoot.
It is all over in ten minutes, but the memory will last a lifetime.
Travel Diary
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