While Jim watched football games and horse races this afternoon at Caliente, near the ferry dock in Playa del Carmen, Mexico, I went to the bird sanctuary, Xaman Ha, in Playacar. It has been raining pretty hard for days so the paths were slippery and we were there with only one other couple from Germany. The entrance fee was steep, 200 pesos ($20 US), but we paid and went in.
At the bottom of the first stairway were the parrots, 6 or 8 of them, either standing on the rail nearby or perched on the palapa a ways off. It was explained to us (in Spanish) that the parrots wings have been clipped a little to keep them flying far, they sense fear and can break a finger when provoked, and they are all siblings. Allan braved his arm with some birdseed in the other hand, but their beaks were too strong for me.
Walking on, we saw pink flamingos (which Matt had read are pink from eating shrimp), a brown dove-like bird that climbed my back and pecked at my silver earring, tucans, white cranes, a snail crawling along a leave at eye level inside a seashell, giant swans that pooped at us, a turkey with bright orange feathers on his tail, ducks, and back to the parrots.
It was a good afternoon and we made it home just as it began to rain again.