Leaving Ecuador

Sigh. I left Ecuador as I had arrived, in the dark, and so deprived of (or perhaps spared) the sight of the volcanoes said to ring the airport’s runways. But there was a certain pleasure in another small symmetry: my first bird in Quito had been Rufous-collared Sparrow, and my last bird in Quito, singing loud in the pitch-black of early morning, was Rufous-collared Sparrow. A good start, a good end, and a good reason to look forward to my next visit!