Monteverde Bird Watching Tour

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Price: $45 per person BOOK NOW ►

Schedule: 6:00 am
Duration: 2 hours
Location: Ficus Trails Private Reserve
Tour Includes: Breakfast, Naturalist guide, entrance fees, transportation.
Recommendations: Comfortable clothing, hiking shoes, insect repellent, camera, water, raincoat.

We offers a spectacular Bird Watching Tour every day from 6:00 a. m. to 8:00 a. m. There are about 480 bird species within the Monteverde area and the special location of our Trails offers a unique opportunity to get a glimpse of many of them.

The stunning view from the new deck allows you to enjoy, among other things, the Pacific Ocean, the Nicoya Peninsula and the islands.

Furthermore, you will be able to explore the canopy of the forest on the Pacific slope like almost nowhere else.

Check for all those gliding birds that love flying over open areas and all those birds that like to perch high up on the tree tops.

At the top of a mountain in the middle of a cloud forest dwells one of the world’s most exquisite birds. Its long green tail, as soft as a feather boa, and bright scarlet chest, look like the stuff of fantasy – or so I thought, stumbling across an image of a quetzal while planning a trip to Costa Rica. Once sacred to the Mayans, who considered their feathers more valuable than gold, they are in danger of extinction, as farming and other development destroy their habitats. I had to see one.

Monteverde Cloud Forest Reserve, in the middle of Costa Rica, possesses one of the country’s largest populations of quetzals, and was where I found myself, driving up a potholed dirt road, not sure what to expect. I booked a walking tour at the reserve with a naturalist, the only way you will actually spot most creatures in the jungle.

Samuel was the leader of our group of six, a remarkable naturalist with an uncanny knack for more than 20 bird calls and an endearing love of the wild. Our group entered the park, and Samuel whispered, “There’s a quetzal!” Just like that. It was a female, resplendent in her shimmering green, red and blue feathers, building a nest in a decaying tree.

He pointed to the sky and there was the male, gliding overhead, his long tail feathers streaming behind – only the males have the long plumes during mating season.

We started our walk through the jungle, a dazzling green-leaf mosaic with mottled sunlight dotting the trail. “Look there, off to the right, 11 o’clock,” Samuel said. I studied the lime-coloured bush and finally detected a movement. It was a minuscule emerald bird – a green-crowned brilliant hummingbird – perfectly camouflaged against the foliage.