Morning in Costa Rica begins early.
Bird o'clock early.
Sleeping in our lodge with all the windows open to the tropical breezes, we woke to the birds' dawn chorus each day. First we'd hear a little trill, then a few random chirps. Then the troublemaker bird would start - the one we dubbed my "boyfriend" since he liked to sing I'M HERE! I'M HERE! right outside my window in the dark.
As the sky began to lighten, we would hear the big Montezuma birds who have a strange burbling song. But all bets of sleeping were lost when the parrots flew in to feast on the tree next door. Covered in orange blossoms, that tree became the early morning target of dozens of screeching green parrots. When the parrots were finished, we could hear the quiet zing-zooming of the tiny hummingbirds who snacked on the purple flowers beside the porch.
Hot coffee in one hand, binoculars in the other, we sat on our veranda and tried to name them all. It was magical. And it's all I can think about in my studio these days.