It was early evening in the Spring of 1973, when I first arrived at the plaza in San Blas, Nayarit, on a rickety old bus. As the bus groaned to a stop, a most unusual sound, one I had never before heard, filled the air of the then sleepy little village. There was a tree next to the bus, and what seemed like hundreds of Chanates, or boat-tail grackles, were going to roost. I fell in love with the screeching, clicking, mechanical, whistling, robotic din made by these birds. They are the main reason I returned recently to San Blas. I was delighted to find that they now cover the rooftops and fill the trees all around that plaza.
I was wandering the back streets of San Blas, when I caught this Chanate, lifting off.
Speaking of lifting off, or taking flight, that's what I did the day before yesterday. Now I'm sitting in front of the fireplace with the lovely Thea in our home in Ranchos de Taos, resting up for my next adventure.