Neblina Forest Birding Tours

Our clients say

Keith and Cheryl

Friends;

More about our Ecuador birding:

We come around the corner and someone exclaims, "OH, WOW!! Look at them!" A swarm of hummingbirds dances at a gallery of feeders festooning shrubs a few yards away. Between jolts of high-octane juice they fuss and chase, squabble and perform aerial duets. They squeak cartoonishly and buzz like angry bees. They fill the afternoon with a presence all out of proportion to their diminutive size.

These hummers are gorgeous and they know it, all flash and dazzle as they zip and zoom, strutting their stuff on this airy fashion runway. The sun strikes fire on gleaming plumage: Glinting violets, purples and lavenders; smoldering bronzes, rubies and umbers; sparkling greens and emeralds. A heart-stopping turquoise.

And they're a squabblesome lot, busy and self-important in the way of the hummingbird tribe. The tiniest hummers seem to be the feistiest. Excepting the fact that they have the moxie to back up their bravado, you might say they suffer from a Napoleon complex. "Hey! Get off my feeder!" a zooming mite seems to say as it strafes a bird three times it size, ripping so close that there's a clatter of wings as the two meet. The larger bird always gives way.

Regards,
Keith and Cheryl

Keith and Cheryl

Friends;

More about our Ecuador birding:

We come around the corner and someone exclaims, "OH, WOW!! Look at them!" A swarm of hummingbirds dances at a gallery of feeders festooning shrubs a few yards away. Between jolts of high-octane juice they fuss and chase, squabble and perform aerial duets. They squeak cartoonishly and buzz like angry bees. They fill the afternoon with a presence all out of proportion to their diminutive size.

These hummers are gorgeous and they know it, all flash and dazzle as they zip and zoom, strutting their stuff on this airy fashion runway. The sun strikes fire on gleaming plumage: Glinting violets, purples and lavenders; smoldering bronzes, rubies and umbers; sparkling greens and emeralds. A heart-stopping turquoise.

And they're a squabblesome lot, busy and self-important in the way of the hummingbird tribe. The tiniest hummers seem to be the feistiest. Excepting the fact that they have the moxie to back up their bravado, you might say they suffer from a Napoleon complex. "Hey! Get off my feeder!" a zooming mite seems to say as it strafes a bird three times it size, ripping so close that there's a clatter of wings as the two meet. The larger bird always gives way.

Regards,
Keith and Cheryl

Keith and Cheryl

Friends;

More about our Ecuador birding:

We come around the corner and someone exclaims, "OH, WOW!! Look at them!" A swarm of hummingbirds dances at a gallery of feeders festooning shrubs a few yards away. Between jolts of high-octane juice they fuss and chase, squabble and perform aerial duets. They squeak cartoonishly and buzz like angry bees. They fill the afternoon with a presence all out of proportion to their diminutive size.

These hummers are gorgeous and they know it, all flash and dazzle as they zip and zoom, strutting their stuff on this airy fashion runway. The sun strikes fire on gleaming plumage: Glinting violets, purples and lavenders; smoldering bronzes, rubies and umbers; sparkling greens and emeralds. A heart-stopping turquoise.

And they're a squabblesome lot, busy and self-important in the way of the hummingbird tribe. The tiniest hummers seem to be the feistiest. Excepting the fact that they have the moxie to back up their bravado, you might say they suffer from a Napoleon complex. "Hey! Get off my feeder!" a zooming mite seems to say as it strafes a bird three times it size, ripping so close that there's a clatter of wings as the two meet. The larger bird always gives way.

Regards,
Keith and Cheryl

Keith and Cheryl

Friends;

More about our Ecuador birding:

We come around the corner and someone exclaims, "OH, WOW!! Look at them!" A swarm of hummingbirds dances at a gallery of feeders festooning shrubs a few yards away. Between jolts of high-octane juice they fuss and chase, squabble and perform aerial duets. They squeak cartoonishly and buzz like angry bees. They fill the afternoon with a presence all out of proportion to their diminutive size.

These hummers are gorgeous and they know it, all flash and dazzle as they zip and zoom, strutting their stuff on this airy fashion runway. The sun strikes fire on gleaming plumage: Glinting violets, purples and lavenders; smoldering bronzes, rubies and umbers; sparkling greens and emeralds. A heart-stopping turquoise.

And they're a squabblesome lot, busy and self-important in the way of the hummingbird tribe. The tiniest hummers seem to be the feistiest. Excepting the fact that they have the moxie to back up their bravado, you might say they suffer from a Napoleon complex. "Hey! Get off my feeder!" a zooming mite seems to say as it strafes a bird three times it size, ripping so close that there's a clatter of wings as the two meet. The larger bird always gives way.

Regards,
Keith and Cheryl

Keith and Cheryl

Friends;

More about our Ecuador birding:

We come around the corner and someone exclaims, "OH, WOW!! Look at them!" A swarm of hummingbirds dances at a gallery of feeders festooning shrubs a few yards away. Between jolts of high-octane juice they fuss and chase, squabble and perform aerial duets. They squeak cartoonishly and buzz like angry bees. They fill the afternoon with a presence all out of proportion to their diminutive size.

These hummers are gorgeous and they know it, all flash and dazzle as they zip and zoom, strutting their stuff on this airy fashion runway. The sun strikes fire on gleaming plumage: Glinting violets, purples and lavenders; smoldering bronzes, rubies and umbers; sparkling greens and emeralds. A heart-stopping turquoise.

And they're a squabblesome lot, busy and self-important in the way of the hummingbird tribe. The tiniest hummers seem to be the feistiest. Excepting the fact that they have the moxie to back up their bravado, you might say they suffer from a Napoleon complex. "Hey! Get off my feeder!" a zooming mite seems to say as it strafes a bird three times it size, ripping so close that there's a clatter of wings as the two meet. The larger bird always gives way.

Regards,
Keith and Cheryl

Keith and Cheryl

Friends;

More about our Ecuador birding:

We come around the corner and someone exclaims, "OH, WOW!! Look at them!" A swarm of hummingbirds dances at a gallery of feeders festooning shrubs a few yards away. Between jolts of high-octane juice they fuss and chase, squabble and perform aerial duets. They squeak cartoonishly and buzz like angry bees. They fill the afternoon with a presence all out of proportion to their diminutive size.

These hummers are gorgeous and they know it, all flash and dazzle as they zip and zoom, strutting their stuff on this airy fashion runway. The sun strikes fire on gleaming plumage: Glinting violets, purples and lavenders; smoldering bronzes, rubies and umbers; sparkling greens and emeralds. A heart-stopping turquoise.

And they're a squabblesome lot, busy and self-important in the way of the hummingbird tribe. The tiniest hummers seem to be the feistiest. Excepting the fact that they have the moxie to back up their bravado, you might say they suffer from a Napoleon complex. "Hey! Get off my feeder!" a zooming mite seems to say as it strafes a bird three times it size, ripping so close that there's a clatter of wings as the two meet. The larger bird always gives way.

Regards,
Keith and Cheryl

Keith and Cheryl

Friends;

More about our Ecuador birding:

We come around the corner and someone exclaims, "OH, WOW!! Look at them!" A swarm of hummingbirds dances at a gallery of feeders festooning shrubs a few yards away. Between jolts of high-octane juice they fuss and chase, squabble and perform aerial duets. They squeak cartoonishly and buzz like angry bees. They fill the afternoon with a presence all out of proportion to their diminutive size.

These hummers are gorgeous and they know it, all flash and dazzle as they zip and zoom, strutting their stuff on this airy fashion runway. The sun strikes fire on gleaming plumage: Glinting violets, purples and lavenders; smoldering bronzes, rubies and umbers; sparkling greens and emeralds. A heart-stopping turquoise.

And they're a squabblesome lot, busy and self-important in the way of the hummingbird tribe. The tiniest hummers seem to be the feistiest. Excepting the fact that they have the moxie to back up their bravado, you might say they suffer from a Napoleon complex. "Hey! Get off my feeder!" a zooming mite seems to say as it strafes a bird three times it size, ripping so close that there's a clatter of wings as the two meet. The larger bird always gives way.

Regards,
Keith and Cheryl

Keith and Cheryl

Friends;

More about our Ecuador birding:

We come around the corner and someone exclaims, "OH, WOW!! Look at them!" A swarm of hummingbirds dances at a gallery of feeders festooning shrubs a few yards away. Between jolts of high-octane juice they fuss and chase, squabble and perform aerial duets. They squeak cartoonishly and buzz like angry bees. They fill the afternoon with a presence all out of proportion to their diminutive size.

These hummers are gorgeous and they know it, all flash and dazzle as they zip and zoom, strutting their stuff on this airy fashion runway. The sun strikes fire on gleaming plumage: Glinting violets, purples and lavenders; smoldering bronzes, rubies and umbers; sparkling greens and emeralds. A heart-stopping turquoise.

And they're a squabblesome lot, busy and self-important in the way of the hummingbird tribe. The tiniest hummers seem to be the feistiest. Excepting the fact that they have the moxie to back up their bravado, you might say they suffer from a Napoleon complex. "Hey! Get off my feeder!" a zooming mite seems to say as it strafes a bird three times it size, ripping so close that there's a clatter of wings as the two meet. The larger bird always gives way.

Regards,
Keith and Cheryl

Keith and Cheryl

Friends;

More about our Ecuador birding:

We come around the corner and someone exclaims, "OH, WOW!! Look at them!" A swarm of hummingbirds dances at a gallery of feeders festooning shrubs a few yards away. Between jolts of high-octane juice they fuss and chase, squabble and perform aerial duets. They squeak cartoonishly and buzz like angry bees. They fill the afternoon with a presence all out of proportion to their diminutive size.

These hummers are gorgeous and they know it, all flash and dazzle as they zip and zoom, strutting their stuff on this airy fashion runway. The sun strikes fire on gleaming plumage: Glinting violets, purples and lavenders; smoldering bronzes, rubies and umbers; sparkling greens and emeralds. A heart-stopping turquoise.

And they're a squabblesome lot, busy and self-important in the way of the hummingbird tribe. The tiniest hummers seem to be the feistiest. Excepting the fact that they have the moxie to back up their bravado, you might say they suffer from a Napoleon complex. "Hey! Get off my feeder!" a zooming mite seems to say as it strafes a bird three times it size, ripping so close that there's a clatter of wings as the two meet. The larger bird always gives way.

Regards,
Keith and Cheryl