We have a recurring event on the beach at San Pancho that never fails to amaze.
It has a soft beginning, with the fishermen trudging up the beach from the calmer part of the bay where they launch and land their pangas, carrying heavy two-man coolers full of the day's catch. They lug their loads into town, to one of the restaurants or to the fish market. Shortly afterwards, a lone man will return to the beach toting a big white bucket on his shoulder where he unceremoniously dumps the contents, the guts and remains of now-cleaned filets, onto the sand.
How do they know?
Sure, one or two of the giant frigate birds will have been circling high above, as they do. A hundred gulls will be out there calmly riding the top of a wave, calling to each other as they do.
But suddenly the gulls are all in flight, and from some invisible somewhere the huge frigates multiply and swoop in like a pterodactl attack force, and the show begins.
The air fills with beating wings and the screeching of the gulls as the birds dive for their daily treat.
And then as suddenly as it starts, it is over. The frigates and gulls disappear, and the sky and sea are patrolled again by the silly stately pelicans who seem to prefer their fish fresh and still wiggling.
Next week I will have a special preview report on a spectacular event to occur here in San Pancho next month. Be sure to stop by for the first of likely several posts. You, too, are in for a treat :-)
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