I have been tweeting pics of the Chachalaca Bird ever since I got to Mexico. If you go to the Redneck Island section in photos, you’ll see several pics of these very interesting birds. The way they walk around, they remind me of a miniature turkeys. They can fly, but they’re happy just walking around. They roost in trees at night and after they wake up and make a bunch of racket in the morning, they come down from their roost and walk around and eat.
I was first introduced to the Chachalaca early one morning. I had flown into Mexico the day before, got settled in, went and saw Redneck Island, and did a photo shoot(I hate photo shoots, btw). After I fulfilled my duties for RI, I headed back to the hotel and had dinner and a couple of Margaritas…Let me explain something to you about Mexico and Margaritas. There’s just something about being in Mexico where you just hear this voice…The voice says-Hey, man…Have a Margarita. Then my voice says to the bartender-Make it a double…The bartender says Si senor….And then you finish that Margarita which has been expertly mixed with Don Julio Reposada…And you hear that voice again say-Hey, dude…Go ahead and get you another Margarita. So my voice says to the bartender uno mas por favor-And make it a double…And so this happens over and over again…Then it’s bedtime …And then right about 30 minutes before my alarm is supposed to go off and I’m really hitting that last cycle of REM sleep…Somebody starts pushing a work cart out by the front of the room and it’s got a busted wheel on it that’s making the most God awful racket in the world…And I’m laying in bed, like, REALLY? This is a world class resort and I gotta listen to this busted up cart with a bad wheel make all this loud ass racket??? Are you kidding me? Then the voice says again…Hey dude…Have a margarita…No, dude! Shut up! It’s not time for a damn Margarita…It’s caffeine time and I’m not a morning person and I also had 30 more minutes of sleep coming….BUT I CAN’T SLEEP BECAUSE SOMEONE HAS A BUSTED ASS CART WITH A BAD WHEEL ON IT!!! So anyway, I digress…A few days go by, RI is moving along nicely. We are settling into a groove with the routine and the challenges and all of the reality stuff is going well. I’m getting settled into my role as the host. All is good.
So five days into filming, my wife, Kristin, comes in for a five day stretch…First morning—The cart with the busted wheel comes by,just like it does every day. My wife says-What is that noise? Oh that’s the guy with the busted cart…My wife says that can’t be a cart. Let me go see. Really? She don’t believe that a guy with a busted cart could make that much noise…She takes a look around outside and says that’s not a cart…It’s a bird. Aw bullsh$t…That ain’t no effen bird making that racket. I put some shorts on and squint through bloodshot eyes which, by the way, were scheduled to receive 30 more minutes of sleep. Where’s the friggin bird I ask? Right there, she says. In that tree. Well I’ll be damned…The whole time I had been there, I figured some guy had been pushing a damn sorry ass cart with a busted wheel. It was indeed a bird. On our way to breakfast we asked one of the groundskeepers what kind of bird that was. He told us that these were Chachalaca Birds. Now that I knew it was a bird making the racket, and not a cart with a busted wheel, I looked forward to the birds calling to each other and making their racket each morning.
I damn near had withdrawal from the noise that bird makes in the morning upon my arrival in Los Angeles. We have some pretty interesting birds that will sing early in the am. Namely a couple of mourning doves that coo every morning. Very relaxing…And we also have some sorry ass, loud, obnoxious crows that start squawking and yelling waaayyyy too early in the morning about nothing. Damn them crows are annoying.
So anyway…That’s the story of the Chachalaca Bird. They’re cool birds. I miss em.