Great Weather for Bare Throated Tiger Herons
By Jack Ewing
The season is here for bird watching fever.
The patter of raindrops lightly pelting the leaves far above our heads was the first warning of a change in weather. It would take a minute or two for the rain to filter down 50 meters, through the layers of canopy to the jungle floor. We covered our binoculars with plastic bags.
“Maybe it’ll pass,” I offered weakly.
“You think so?” queried John, hopefully.
“No, not really, but let’s wait and see. When the rain comes this early in the day, it’s not usually a passing shower. If we go back, we’ll be soaked by the time we get to the house anyway, so we might just as well wait a while and see.”