The heyday of the trip is the living area of the Quetzals. Wild avocado trees belong to this area, whose fruits are the main part of their food. In other words: in a place, where there are no avocado trees, there can’t be any Quetzals.
It's really a pity that, of all things, those fig trees are pretty well the highest trees in the reservation. That's why it's hard (especially against a white cloud cover) to discover one of the birds. We manage this best when one of the quetzals changes form one tree to another one, but even then it's still a challenge for eye and camera to hunt up a bird in the dense canopy.
After managing to photograph some quetzals all right in the end, we are going to the hummingbird-garden. Because of the hanging nectar-stations it's a child's play to see some birds. The exact opposite to a brooding hummingbird-female which built her tiny nest next to the path and which looks as if she used to be Tweedy. Cute!
An olingo which we see at the hummingbird-garden is cute, too. Actually he's nocturnal. But somehow he found out that there are sweets at the hummingbirds. And as he likes to pinch, he changed his daily routine a little bit. We don't begrudge him it.
