Little did I know that the walk from the black sanded beach to a beige colored beach was to be a power walk. As we had a wet landing upon arrival on Santiago Island, I had worn my Teva sandals in the water. Walking with wet Tevas and damp feet, the black sand began to cut my baby toes like broken glass.
Seems the sand on the islands have different textures and indeed some sand is like ground glass. So stumbling along the path, desperately trying to keep up with the naturalist I kept being stopped in my tracks by the birds.
Another charming Galapagos Flycatcher dropped by, trying to flutter into my lens hood but then settling quietly on a nearby branch.
While enjoying him being so close, before I knew it he flew and landed on my tripod leg!
Talk about super close ! I immediately froze as I wanted him to stay as long as possible. “Hello” Mr. Mockingbird said. “Got anything good to eat on these black thingies?” “Let me peck here at the joint and see if I can find a bug.” Speechless, I watched him while he investigated. First one tripod leg, then the next. By the third I was astounded.
They say that the animals on Galapagos get up close and personal. I can certainly say that the stories are indeed true.