The Cute Creatures of Costa Rica
They were a sight for sore eyes, the Beagle Brigade — the first thing we saw back on U.S. soil at Miami International Airport. We’d read about them before in the newspapers, but here they were, up close and personal (see photo, right), sniffing and tugging and pulling — caring not one iota about where the security guards attached to them might want to go. The beagles, and their behavior, reminded me, of course, of Ricky.
Then again, you don’t have to be a beagle — or even a dog — to remind me of Ricky. You just have to be adorable. We were just back from 8 days in Costa Rica, and pretty much every cute creature I saw
The iguana, standing stock-still alongside the trail in Rincon de la Viega, hoping we’d think he was a tree, made me think of the way Ricky poses, motionless, when he’s on the scent. And the the white-faced monkey who stared back at us defiantly as he loosed a torrent of pee and poop in our direction (our guide
And then there was that breakfast at the hotel.
My son Greg, his friend Brian, and I were seated at an outside table by the pool, feasting on papaya, mangoes, pineapple, eggs, and bacon. We could hear the monkeys pleasantly chittering and the birds happily chattering in the tree canopy above us. One bold bird (let’s call him a quetzal; he wasn’t, but that’s my favorite Costa Rican bird name) swooped down and perched on the chairback of the one empty seat at our table. He looked like a crow with a mohawk, and while everyone around us admired him, he made a brazen commando strike at Brian’s plate, snagging the biggest slice of bacon from the pile. Then he quickly winged off into the trees to enjoy it.
I’d seen the maneuver before. Lose the flying, and that move was right out of Ricky’s playbook.
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My mother used to call Betta a “kletzel” which, I guess, is a Yiddush word for a chunky baby. She did not look like your quetzal, so I guess there’s no relation. Also, I thought Audrey was the only person who used the word “doggy”. That cracked me up, but I can identify. I call my guys “my goodest boys” so how correct am I. But a bird eating bacon? An omnivore? Once I was at a Christmas Party and there was bacon wrapped scallops. My friend fed her bacon to the hostess’s Pot Bellied Pig. He ate the whole thing! A pig eating bacon? I lost my appetite. Yuck. Lord of the Flies revisited.
Quetzal, kletzel, pretzel . . . whatever.