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May 04 2013

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Doctor Bird

No other place in Jamaica do guests have the opportunity to hand feed the country’s national bird as well as other exotic feathered creatures. Located in Montego Bay, visitors can enjoy the Sanctuary’s zen-like garden, while observing the birds in their natural habitat. This excursion is great for animal and nature lovers. …

  Via Tours | Rockland Bird Sanctuary | Handfeed exotic birds at Montego Bay’s Rockland Bird Sanctuary. Handfeed the Jamaican Doctor Bird in quiet, relaxing atmosphere. | JuJu Tours

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… This is my wife Elise hand feeding the Doctor Birds. There were so many birds at Rocklands that it was distracting and difficult to get any really good pictures because they kept in motion. I was able to grab some decent video clips and we plan a return trip soon for better video. I would like to go a bit earlier and see if we can’t get a sunny day with better lighting so we can really bring you the variety of colors in the birds here. …

I visited Rocklands once but I easily recognized it from this picture - it's a truly amazing experience.  You get a tour of the grounds, most of which was un-tampered with jungle, and fulla birds & masses of flowers & fruit.  You return to the house & they give you a bottle of sugar-water & arrange your hands so the little cuties'll land on you & drink.  Your arms and shoulders start aching & you feel a complete idiot sitting there for so long in that position, esp when an employee has to keep moving your finger closer to the bottle 'cause you're doin' it wrong.  :(   You're finally ready to give up but suddenly there's a tiny feathered jewel on your finger, eyeballing you & sizing you up while imbibing your sugar-water.  XD  Heaven!

  Via Hand Feeding Red Billed Streamertail Hummingbirds (Doctor Birds) at Rocklands Bird Sanctuary in Jamaica


May 03 2013

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The Doctor Bird is mentioned as “The most beautiful bird in Jamaica…” in Ian Fleming’s James Bond short story, For Your Eyes Only. It is indigenous to Jamaica and is part of the hummingbird family.

  Via What’s Your National Animal? 50 Magnificent Mascots | DialAFlight Blog

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Doctor Bird - Jamaica’s nat’l bird

  Via Jamaican Hummingbird Series Finale - FM Forums

March 12 2013

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Well, I certainly didn’t plan for this! Just 10 minutes earlier I was happily roaming the St Thomas community called Amity Hall, sharing jokes with friendly residents and enjoying the outstanding landscape. Now I was huddled under a creaking shed made of zinc and wood, with an impish fellow called Byron, as heavy rains lashed the area with alarming force. It was a windy shower, so the shed was providing shelter for little more than our heads, but there was no building close enough for us to run to. We were stuck.

“Jah leggo di pipe pan we wickid, man!” said Byron. The left half of my face was soaked. We could see that down the road this sudden shower was already causing the roadway to flood. Tree branches were swaying to and fro as a drenched dog darted down a nearby hill.

I asked Byron, a long-time resident of the community, if this kind of sudden rainstorm was common in Amity Hall.

“Well, this part known fi di rain,” he said. “Dats how comes di place always so green and ting. Sometimes di rain fall every day, fi all a month straight without stop. Ah so it go, bredda.”

The whooshing sound of the wind and rain made it feel like a hurricane. And with due respect, Byron is not the person with whom I’d wish to be cramped in such close quarters. I told him so. “Tee hee! Ah so it go, pardy,” he said. “When rain blow yuh get trap all bout. One time me and Miss Jackson daughter get lock up inna one half side ah one house we did ah help build. Whole night she sing inna mi ears bout how mi fi bruck out window. Mi ask har, when mi bruck it, if ah she ah go pay di people dem back fi it.” Byron was emphatic as he spoke. He clearly felt passionately about the matter.

“Anyway, we deh deh all night till morning come and some workman come let we out. Dem swear seh we did ah gwaan wid tings. Ah true dem nuh know what a baddaration she be.” …

  Via Rainy day in Amity Hall - Lifestyle - Jamaica Gleaner - Tuesday | March 12, 2013

February 26 2013

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… I asked her where the cooking was being done. “Prento!” she yelled. With that, a man in a cap poked his head out from behind a bar where others were inside drinking and playing dominoes.

“Who dat?” he asked.

“Come show di young man what we cooking,” said Cat. The man seemed puzzled.

“What mi …” he started to say, but Cat cut him off. “I say to show him what we cooking!” she said.

“Allright, allright,” the man said. “Come in, mi bredda. Pot ah bubble up now.”

When I got over there the scent hit me with force. I could smell the pepper, onion and other spices. Two pots, one with pork and the other with dumplings were set atop a wood fire and would be ready, Prento told me, in about 15 minutes.

“Is not me really start di cooking,” he said. “But mi helping out. Di man what really doing di cooking inside,” he said.

I asked him if everyone there would be partaking. “Yes man! Di whole of we going to eat. Yuh going to eat wid we too. For yuh is here and we not leaving yuh out!”

I told him that would be very nice, but insisted that I couldn’t impose. Also, I wasn’t very hungry.

“Yuh must eat!” he said. “Life short. Food will done pan yuh if yuh nuh eat,” Prento said.

I told him I certainly would eat with them, another time, but had to be going.

“Well, alright. When yuh come back wi set yuh up wid some tings fi carry back to town - some potato and yam,” he said. I told him that was a most generous offer.

“Is Contrivance yuh come, man,” he said. “When yuh come here yuh must feel welcome. People from around here is good people and we like stranger to always feel welcome and happy. When yuh come Contrivance yuh must not want to leave,” Prento said.

Via Cow thieves and cookout in Contrivance - Lifestyle - Jamaica Gleaner - Tuesday | February 26, 2013

February 05 2013

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You don’t just happen upon a place like Content Gap in rural St Andrew. No, sir. Getting there is a military-grade test of your mental fortitude and physical durability. If the long drive doesn’t get you, the potholes and narrow roads most certainly will.

So when you do get to Content Gap, the only sensible thing to do, really, is stay a while. What’s the point of rushing off after such a hassle? Well, in theory, this works. In practice, though, a few caveats may well be included. You want to be sure, for instance, to choose your company wisely. Advice like this would have been useful to me on my last visit.

Through circumstances that I would rather not recount in detail, I ended up spending my time in Content Gap with a mildly pungent fellow I will, for the purposes of this story, call Jack.

Now Jack at first appeared to be a random straggler, a wastrel wasting the hours away by the side of the road. But for some reason, he and I started chatting, and since there was nobody else around, I decided to take him up on his offer to be my unofficial guide.

“Mi know dem place yah, man. Mi know dem place yah wicked wicked,” said he. We walked around for a while as I snapped a few photos of the magnificent view. The mountains are a splendid sight and make the tedious journey to the area worth it. The air is crisp when you’re that high and the silence is calming.

The trouble I faced was that Jack would permit only minimal silence.

“So, bossy, when yuh teck dem pitchka yah now, yuh couldn’t like, teck me inna dem and pay mi a smalls?” he asked.

I responded in the negative. He paused only briefly. “So like, ef mi carry yuh camera and dem ting deh, yuh woulda like, tell people seh is me tek di pitchka dem?”

Again, I told him no.

The man pouted. At this juncture, I assured him that if he had something, anything else to do, I would be more than able to get by on my own.

“No man, bossy. Is me and yuh rolling, man. Me and yuh, bossy,” he said. Just what I needed. …

Via Rolling through Content Gap - Lifestyle - Jamaica Gleaner - Tuesday | February 5, 2013

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… As I carried out this search for the woman, I was surprised by the number of riverside burial plots there were in the area. A peaceful resting place, I’m sure, but what of hurricanes and landslides? I sat on a wooden post near one of the burial plots contemplating this very question when up walked a woman with elaborate hair. Now, I contend that there were no fewer than 30 multicoloured clips, all strategically positioned, on that head, and my first remark to her was an exclamation of the tremendous strength her neck must hold to support such a burden.

“Tee hee!” she giggled. I introduced myself and she told me to call her Jean. I offered her a seat next to me on the wooden post and asked if she was from Cane River. “No, not me, my cousin dem,” she said, pointing to a nearby roadway.

“Wah meck yuh siddung into di dead yard?” she asked. I told her of my search for Miss Margaret and she, too, denied knowledge of the woman.

Across from us was a grave with the words ‘Platty Heavy’ painted on it. I asked her if people in the area ever worried about the burial plots being so close to the river.

“Nuh really, yuh know,” she said. “Is long time di place stay so, and nothing never happen, so we don’t really have no reason to worry about dat,” Jean explained.

We both got up and started walking together up the road. I told her I would have to resume my search for Miss Margaret another time, since it was getting late and I had no leads.

“Yeah, yuh can do dat,” said Jean. “When mi reach up top, mi will ask ‘bout har, but mi never hear ‘bout nobody name so from mi born. Maybe ah one ah di duppy dem yuh did see, yuh know,” she chuckled. “For yuh love fi siddung inna dead yard, maybe is one of dem love yuh off and teck a set pon yuh!”

I said goodbye and hurried home.

Via Searching for the living in Cane River - Lifestyle - Jamaica Gleaner - Tuesday | January 29, 2013

November 27 2012

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… “Mi buy dem from a man name Alvaranga. Him have a farm up dat side. Him grow good tings, even though him price dem high.”

I asked her where she was from.

“Me is from a place name Devil’s Race Course, yuh know. Dat is into St Catherine,” she said, smiling. “Mi born and grow up there. Nice place.”

As she spoke she was caressing a small melon that was in her lap. It was a little strange, and when I could ignore it no longer, I mentioned to her that she seemed to have great affection for her inventory.

The woman chuckled. “Heh hey! Yes mi son, yuh right,” she said.

“Yuh see di food what dem eat into dem big restaurant ah town and ting? Is good market food why it so nice. Market like right here,” Miss Lerlene smiled.

“Mi nuh seh di cooker dem nuh have talent yuh know, but we who sell di food have tings fi do wid it too. We take care of di food from early, so dat when people carry it weh go cook it, den it will taste good too. Yuh haffi love yuh food if yuh want it fi love yuh back,” she said.

(via Good food starts at the Spanish Town market - Lifestyle - Jamaica Gleaner - Tuesday | November 27, 2012)

August 10 2012

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Jamaica’s Usain Bolt has said he was expecting a world record in the 200m final, but he said he had to temper his effort because he felt a pain in his back when he came around the curve.

“I was fast, but I was not fit enough,” Bolt said in a BBC interview shortly after the race.

“I knew it was going to be a world record because when I came off the corner I could feel it,” Bolt said.

But he says he felt a strain on his back and so he had to change his form.
“I really wanted to try to get the world record, but it was hard,” he said.

Bolt blazed to 19.32 seconds to lead a clean sweep for Jamaica in the men’s 200m final. …

(via Back pain stopped world record, says Usain Bolt - News - Latest News - Jamaica Gleaner)

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“Some people think I’m bonkers. But I just think I’m free. Man I’m just living my life. There’s nothing crazy about me.” The DJ had a good sense of timing. He dropped Dizzee Rascal’s track Bonkers, which has become a kind of unofficial anthem for these Olympics, just a moment after Usain Bolt had crossed the line, breaking the tape with the forefinger he had held up to his lips to silence the world. Too late Usain, they were all too busy going nuts. By the time Rascal had reached the verse Bolt was face down on the track reeling off a series of push-ups while Yohan Blake cheered him on, along with 80,000 other people in the stadium, and countless millions around the world.

It took Bolt 19.32sec to run the 200m final and two hours and 15 minutes to make his way from the finish line to the press conference room, which is about 20 metres from the track. It was not his fault. He had to take the long way around. It started with a lap of honour that saw him stop to bump fists with everyone and anyone in the front row of the crowd who was wearing Jamaican kit, the masses reaching out to grab at him like the girl in the front row of the Shea Stadium when The Beatles played in ‘65. By the time he had reached the home straight again, Bolt had bumped into a Swedish photographer, who, he said, has “been stressing me for the last three days, he’s always like ‘Usain, Usain, take a picture, take a picture.’” So Bolt obliged. He took the camera and started snapping Blake, who was vamping it up like Vincent Price after a long night on the rum, striking that the scowling beast pose of his. Even Bolt finds that absurd, teasing him much as Muhammad Ali used to mock Sonny Liston, waving his arms around in front of him as though he was pretending to be a zombie.

Bolt said he was so worried that Blake was outshining him with his pre-race routine that he was forced to cook up the regal wave he offered the crowd on the startline tonight, just to tickle the British fans. Before that Bolt had been talking to the volunteer who was holding his kit. “I said to her ‘you nervous? Why?’ and she was like ‘I’m just so excited!’ So that was pretty funny.” …

… And we found out that Bolt believes he can beat David Rudisha, the new Olympic 800m champion, over a 400m race. That, actually, was a more interesting line than the rest, if only because Rudisha is keen on the idea himself, and has said he thinks the race would “be great fun”. If that happens, the world might just fall off its axis.

Pity the poor tongue-tied journalist who asked “Can you assure us that you and the Jamaican drug team…” at which point the room burst into hysterics. “Pardon me that was a slip of the tongue… can you assure us that the Jamaican track team are drug free?” Yes, he could. “Is happiness the real drug?” asked another. And someone else got up just to offer their congratulations on behalf of “the millions of people in India”. …

(via Usain Bolt celebrates at length after winning the Olympic 200m final | Sport | The Guardian)

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Olympic double gold medal winner says he now wants to add a third to his London 2012 collection

(via Usain Bolt’s double gold: ‘I’m now a legend. I am the greatest athlete to live’ | Sport | The Guardian)

August 07 2012

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Jamaica’s Shelly-Ann Fraser-Pryce (centre), Veronica Campbell-Brown (left) and the United States’ Carmelita Jeter display their medals on the podium during the medal presentation ceremony for the women’s 100m Olympic finals, at the London Olympic Games yesterday. Fraser-Pryce (10.75 seconds) won gold ahead of silver medallist Jeter (10.78), while Campbell-Brown (10.81) took bronze. - Ricardo Makyn/Staff Photographer

(via ‘This one means more’ - Sports - Jamaica Gleaner - Monday | August 6, 2012)

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