Bartolome and Santiago Islands
The American oyster catcher is one of my favourite birds. Why? There is no special reason; or maybe it’s because they tend to be territorial and live pretty long lives, and there is a possibility that the bird in this picture is the same old friend I have seen in Bartolome for several years already. During my first contracts in the Galápagos I used dozens of rolls of film to photograph a couple of oystercatchers that raised two chicks in this part of the archipelago. I named the little ones Christian and Tavito. There is a slight chance that this is Christian, or maybe Tavito, the baby oystercatchers I followed for at least 6 months in 1992 until one day they were no longer with their parents. Why not? It’s nice to believe in stories such as this; they make life sweeter and give it a touch of magic. Or maybe I should say, life is like magic anyway, so mysteriously amazing.
The American oyster catcher is one of my favourite birds. Why? There is no special reason; or maybe it’s because they tend to be territorial and live pretty long lives, and there is a possibility that the bird in this picture is the same old friend I have seen in Bartolome for several years already. During my first contracts in the Galápagos I used dozens of rolls of film to photograph a couple of oystercatchers that raised two chicks in this part of the archipelago. I named the little ones Christian and Tavito. There is a slight chance that this is Christian, or maybe Tavito, the baby oystercatchers I followed for at least 6 months in 1992 until one day they were no longer with their parents. Why not? It’s nice to believe in stories such as this; they make life sweeter and give it a touch of magic. Or maybe I should say, life is like magic anyway, so mysteriously amazing.
