As I mentioned yesterday there was a little excitement down on the beach at Buenaventura before lunch on Monday. We first noticed it when we were sitting on the patio and saw several Frigate Birds flying over the water in a huge group.
There is a slight incline (or decline depending on which way you’re walking) to the beach and SU went over to investigate. It turned out that almuerzo was served on a platter for several Frigates and Brown Pelicans.
As SU approached the beach he saw quite a few people people hauling in a big fishing net. After taking a few pictures (here is where I give SU photographic credit) he came back up to let us know what was happening.
When we got there it looked like there were numerous families or perhaps one big family helping to haul in a net that a boat had dropped offshore. I found this interesting because we don’t see people hauling in nets from the shore in our area, most likely because our coast has a lot of black volcanic rock offshore.
As we watched everyone pull and strain to haul the big net in I watched a little fellow walk around gathering fish flopping on the shore and putting them into an empty chip bag. He got in the way of the net haulers a couple of times and another boy who appeared to be his older brother had to keep trying to get him out of the way.
As the net was hauled closer to shore we were able to see more closely what was inside. As it scraped the sandy bottom it picked up fish of varying sizes, garbage, coconuts that likely had washed down the rivers and most surprisingly, two big Stingrays.
When I first saw these large creatures I felt all sorts of emotions, the first being fear. Last year about this time one of our amigos got stung by a Stingray while wading on one of our local beaches. The second emotion was curiosity at how a somewhat ugly creature could still seem so beautiful. I asked one of the bystanders if Stingray is something that the locals would eat and was told that they do. Much like our local campesinos the fishermen of Rio Hato/Farallon waste very little.
Friday… what I didn’t know about Stingrays.