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Subvisible Thoughts: Rewriting the War on Microbes

The auditorium was dark and air-conditioned. As lectures on yeast, HIV, and tuberculosis floated over my head, I scribbled notes in three languages: original Portuguese, translated English, and vocabulary I made up to lasso my thoughts onto paper. Words like subvisible, macrobe, germophile, biofiction and endogarden squeezed in sideways next to sketches of virions and DNA on the pages of my Watson journal.

Do you have that one study trick when you want to get ideas flowing? Maybe you need perfect silence of the library quiet room, or Frank Ocean in your earbuds. Simón Bolívar claimed to do his best thinking at the center of a crowded ballroom. Turns out, the overly-chilled halls of an infectious disease conference were my ideal habitat for incubating ideas.

Idea #1: How Might Our Relationship to Microbes Be Different if We Weren’t So Dang Visual?


As a species, human beings are extremely visual. Our eyes let us see a rainbow of colors, pick out meaning from black squiggles on a screen, and react to danger (like that of a snake across our path) before our mind consciously registers the threat. As eyes evolved, our smell, taste, touch, and hearing dwindled to perfunctory senses. Compare our nose to a dog’s, our ears to a bat’s, our tongue to a snake’s, or our touch to that of a star-nosed mole.

Our sight makes us biased. We save colorful species from extinction, yet we wonder if little brown birds can be that important to an ecosystem. We photograph wildflowers and ignore bark, stems, and roots. We cuddle stuffed jaguars and lions, but when was the last time you snuggled a plush microbe? (They do exist!)

A fluffy Streptococcus pneumoniae so you can finally fulfill your desire to snuggle pneumonia.
Photo credit: Wikimedia Commons.

An embroidered syphilis sculpture available on the Forgottenland Etsy for $80.

These two months in Brazil, I have not seen a single microbe. Why? Simple. I don’t have a microscope. Sure, I’ve seen the effects of the single-celled ones: an oozing wound in the back of a dachshund, a syringe full of hot-pink rabies antigen, a can of beer.

An infected sore on the back of Seo Claudio's dachshund was evidence of bacteria, but I could hardly tell anything about the microbes from this observation.

But it’s not the same as seeing the organisms themselves. Would you go on a jaguar tour to look at the scratch marks left on a tree? (Ok, jaguar scratches are pretty awesome, but the real thing would be cooler!)

Scratch marks on the mossy bark of a tree in Bonito. I like to imagine they were left by a jaguar, but the organism itself would leave a much larger impression.

Our excellent eyesight is limited by scale. We can’t see anything narrower than 0.04 millimeters. At least, we can't distinguish an object smaller than 0.04 millimeters from its neighbor. When we see a conglomeration of tiny particles, like the atoms in a table or the mold cells in a colony, we see their cumulative mass, not their individual bodies. Our eyesight's resolution probably isn't going to get much better, because it's already approaching its quantum limit.

What about our other senses? The linings of our nostrils can differentiate molecular structures of odorants, and our tongues taste the contours of tiny particles, like salt and sugar, with impressive fidelity. But both senses require billions of particles to cross the detection threshold. According to these pretty cool calculations, human taste and smell are operating at 10 orders of magnitude above the quantum limit, meaning that if evolution had taken a different course, we might be a species intimately aware of our single-celled cousins.

Vanilin

Eugenol
The structure of vanilin varies only slightly from the structure of eugenol. The only difference is an aldehyde group (an oxygen) versus an allyl group (a couple extra carbons), but the two smell as different as vanilla and cloves. Imagine what our noses could tell us about tiny things if we smelled in higher resolution.
Photos from Wikimedia Commons.

What would our relationship to microbes be like if we were a primarily smelling or tasting organism? Might we know salmonella and leptospira like we do jaguars and lions? Might we develop compassion and curiosity for pathogens, despite their ability to harm us? After all, we find a place in our hearts for macrobes that threaten the same: wolves, pumas, bears, and on down the list of beloved predators.

And that brings me to my next idea.

Idea #2: Writing Microbes Sensually


Artists and writers bring to life what our limited senses cannot. Impressionists paint motion and light into landscape. Surrealists depict the unconscious world of dreams. Poets tempt the sixth mass extinction into tangible proximity. (Check out The After, a poem about Anthropocene extinction by Melinda Mueller, my high-school biology teacher.)

One of the first things I learned in my favorite college course, Don Snow's “The Nature Essay,” was to write sensually. Breathe in Ellen Meloy's juniper scent, feel Amy Irvine's canyon mud suck your feet down, taste durian through David Quammen's prose. These nature writers push beyond vision to awaken worlds for their readers.

Write me a story from the perspective of the brain fungus that caused this ant to freeze in its tracks.

Show me schistosomiasis, not just the symptoms of a human infection but the sensual details of what it's like to live within the body of a snail.

Could we write microbes sensually? The genre might be called “speculative biofiction.” I want someone to evoke the satin skin of a gram-negative bacterium, the rigid reluctance of a gram-positive. I want to imagine the sour tang of Yersinia or the sweet tickle of Plasmodium on the tongue. (No sampling pathogens, please!) I want to attend a party of Lactobacillus through scent, following their appetites as they converge on a silo of sprouted barley and nibble in into beer.

I want someone to turn this biochemical diagram of how Klebisella evolved antibiotic resistance into a narrative ode to bacterial genius. I want to sympathize with the wounded, watch survivors invent counter-weapons, and understand resistance not just as a public health crisis, but as a story of resilience during war.

I want someone to describe the barbed armor and biochemical antics of two Streptococcus colonies as they battle for control of a Petri dish, so I can root for my favorite without having to peer down the eyepiece of an elusive microscope. I want to swim through the bloodstream and slip into DNA with an HIV virion. Could we transition from a society of germaphobes to one of germophiles?

I want to read a poem about this decadent feast, a decomposing cow in a vereda, the endemic wetland of the Cerrado. Which microbes live only in veredas, hoping for cows to die?

I want to know the inner workings of a gall wasp larva. How does it trick this leaf to house its invader?

How do the algal cells treat their fungal symbionts? What's it like living in a matrix of your neighbor's body?

I don’t have a microscope, and neither does anyone else outside a handful of college students and microbiologists. Scopes give me a headache, anyway. Let’s write microbes sensually, so we can cultivate compassion and curiosity for these remarkable little ones.

By now you might be asking… why does it matter if we have compassion and curiosity for microbes?

Idea #3: We Are Ignorant of Microbes as Individuals, so We Fear Them


Perhaps obviously, infectious disease is defined as an illness arising from an infectious agent: a pathogen, a germ, a microbe. This week, as I sat through dozens of presentations on infectious disease, I expected to see quite a few microbes on the projector screen.

Total microbe count: one.

Chikungunya was paired with images of swollen ankles, tuberculosis with scatter plots, candida with symptom charts. I knew I wouldn’t get to smell, taste, or feel microbes at a professional conference, but damn, I barely got to see a picture!

I know the Chikungunya virion only through the unpleasant response it causes in humans.

The only microbe actually shown all day was this yellow fever virion. I was so excited, I sketched yellow fever for the next half hour and forgot to listen... whoops!

We don't know our microbes. That ignorance contributes to our fear. And, sometimes, that fear leads us to overreaching and violent reactions to microbes.

A perfect illustration of our one-dimensional relationship with microbes based on fear. This slide is from a DIERN presentation I watched on antibiotic resistance.

This campaign to eradicate leishmaniasis paints the bacterium's vector, the sand fly, like a dangerous and wanted criminal.

And I think our skewed perception, our tendency to ignore the subvisible, might be confounding our imagination when it comes to living well with microbes. I listened to researchers who seek “solutions” to the “problem” of disease. I also heard, over and over, our failure to find that solution.

Aedes aegypti mosquito vector eradicated in Brazil! Accidentally reintroduced twice…”

“Antibiotic kills Mycobacterium tuberculosis! Now, multi-resistant Tb is more lethal than ever…”

“Yellow fever was conquered for good! Now it's reemerging as climate shifts the habitat of its wildlife host, Amazonian monkeys….”

The multiple "eliminations" followed by "reinfestations" of the Aedes aegypti mosquito make eradication seem like a less-than-permanent state.

This slide depicts four drivers of yellow fever re-emergence in Brazil. The "R" in DIERN stands for re-emerging diseases, a sign that annihilation of microbial enemies may be a dead-end tactic.

The story of disease I heard at the DIERN conference tells that humans are engaged in warfare with microbes. We grasp onto this narrative because it's familiar. We have been waging war on macro-predators for millennia, and we've been winning. Saber-toothed lions went extinct; gray wolves and Bengal tigers are confined, for the most park, to controlled populations in parks. Although predators still take lives (read about human-wildlife conflict in NepalCalifornia, or Brazil), their impact on the human species is a shadow of what it once was.

But I think this narrative of war makes less sense when we look at our relationship with microbes. Our campaigns against large predators worked because we share a scale. Our smaller foes, the microbes, will not be so easy to knock off. If we declare war, we may be setting ourselves up to lose.

Idea #4: We Are Not Going to Win This War


Microbes operate on their own scale. Bacteria are generally about one micron wide. That's a millionth of a meter, six orders of magnitude smaller than you or me. Protozoan parasites are slightly larger, hovering around 50 microns. Don't even get me started on viruses. Those tiny machines are measured in nanometers. That's one billionth of a meter, or nine orders of magnitude smaller than us! If we are engaged in a war, then scale is the microbes' deadliest weapon, because it gives them two superpowers: speed and stealth.

Speed, in terms of evolution. Microorganisms evolve faster than you can load a YouTube video on sketchy WiFi. The typical generation time of E. coli is 20 minutes. The average for a human is about 15,000,000 minutes. Shorter generations allow faster evolution. E. coli and their ilk have us beat with their hands (ahem, flagella) tied.

Stealth, in terms of hiding from us. Tiny things are not only hard to see with our eyes, they are also hard to detect and target with our weapons, like medicines and immune systems. They evade our weapons by evolving around them. In the last eight years, Enterobacteria have started producing an enzyme to digest the strongest antibiotic we have, carbapenem, into a harmless waste product. Bacillus anthracis hangs out in permafrost for decades, waiting for warm temperatures. When it's kicked out of human apes, yellow fever virus takes shelter in wild monkeys. Brucella slip inside our cells to avoid detection by antibodies, the seek-and-destroyers of our immune system. Retroviruses slide inside our goddamn genome to hide! Good luck eradicating that with a shotgun.

A playbook for the war against microbes, "Tackling Antimicrobial Resistance on Ten Fronts," published by the Review on Antimicrobial Resistance and featured in one of the presentation I watched.
As I learned about the speed and stealth of our greatest foe, I started to feel like Cersei Lannister facing Daenerys’s dragons. (Game of Thrones, anyone?) Cersei, binary queen that she is, put it like this: “We fight and die, or we submit and die. I know my choice.” Maybe that’s how infectious disease researchers have been looking at our war with microbes. Drug resistance, zoonoses, superbugs, spillovers… it’s a losing battle, but we’d rather die fighting than watching from the sidelines. But what if those aren’t the only two choices?

Idea #5: Curiosity and Compassion as a Foundation for Collaborative Survival with Microbes


I suggest that another choice exists, the same one I wrote about last week in Edge Effects: collaborative, multispecies survival, a concept from Anna Tsing.

But does that mean, exactly? I started a list of “solutions” to microbes in my notebook and tried to decide where each one falls on the Collaborative Survival Scale. On the less desirable end of this scale are annihilation of other life forms, human monoculture, and collapse. On the more desirable end are collaboration with other life forms, multispecies ecosystems, and survival.

Antibiotics

Simply put, antibiotics are medicines that kill bacteria. With a name that literally means "against life," these tend toward the annihilation side of the scale, but there are levels of death within antibiotics. I watched a DIERN presentation on veterinary antibiotic use, and learned that the four levels of antibiotic dosing are therapeutic, metaphylactic, prophylactic, and additive.

  • Therapeutic antibiotics are given to a sick, diagnosed, individual animal at a high dose for a short duration of time. (This is probably how you have experienced antibiotics prescribed by your doctor.) This usage poses little risk of developing antibiotic resistance because all the bacteria are killed, and the exposure of microbes to the medicine is limited.
  • Metaphylaxis is when antibiotics are given to a herd of animals, a few of which are showing clinical symptoms of disease.
  • Prophylaxis is a preventative measure, when antibiotics are given to a group of animals that are not showing clinical symptoms, but may be at risk for disease.
  • Additive antibiotics are those given indefinitely to all animals on a property, at low dosage, to promote faster growth and lower production costs. This usage poses a high risk of developing resistance, because only the weakest bacteria are killed, and there is prolonged selective pressure on microbes to evolve defenses to the medicine.

This slide from DIERN does a good job summing them up. The three arrows, from left to right, indicate "dose," "duration," and "discussion" (meaning controversy). Therapeutic antibiotics have the highest dose, shortest duration, and lowest controversy. Additives have the lowest dose, longest duration, and highest controversy.

A version of my Collaborative Survival Scale for veterinary antibiotics.

In conclusion, additive antibiotics are tools of unilateral collapse, whereas therapeutic antibiotics have an important, but limited, role to play in health. Overall, antibiotics are a weapon, better suited to wars than to collaborative survival.

I love this charcoal drawing, hung on the wall of veterinary epidemiologist Dr. Ju Galhardo. An antibiotic-resistant microbe downs pills while I nervous dog watches on. This painting depicts fear of microbes, but it also gives the bug personality and humor. The artist is Ju's former veterinary student, Daniela Krambek.

Vaccines


The municipal veterinarian of Corguinho, Dr. Edmaureen, and I prepare to vaccinate cats and dogs against rabies in the free, compulsory, annual vaccination campaign. The sign in the background says "raiva," which translates to both "rage" and "rabies."

Vaccines are medicines that boost our immune systems against specific microbes, such as viruses or bacteria. Instead of killing microbes directly, vaccines help our body's biological microbe-fighting systems (antibodies, T-lymphocytes, B-lymphocytes, macrophages, and others) prepare for war by introducing a small quantity of the pathogen (or, more likely, a dead bit of a pathogen) called an antigen. Our immune system recognizes that bit of the pathogen and produces weapons against it, so if the real pathogen arrives, it won't stand a chance.

Here, I'm vaccinating a cat in my host-town of Taboco. It's easy when you hold the cat against a tree or post, because it grabs on with its claws and holds still.

Vaccines are held up as one of the best alternatives to antibiotics because microbes can't evolve resistance to them directly. But I started to wonder: could microbes evolve resistance to our own immune system?

The answer is a definite yes. The evolutionary arms-race between pathogens and hosts has been going on since life itself began. HIV is a prime example: so far, the virus has evolved at least fourteen "escape mutations" to evade specific immunity molecules. This game of hide-and-seek has had enormous impacts on the evolutionary path of every host, including humans. It may even explain why we have sexual reproduction.

This dog was not pleased about his rabies vaccine, but his owner was happy. Brazil's health system relies on owners to bring their pets to a central location if they live in town. If they live on rural property, Dr. Edmaureen and her vaccination team will make a house-call.

As I thought about vaccines, I realized they post the same risk of resistance as antibiotics, albeit on a longer time-scale. By boosting the quantity of immune molecules to which pathogens are exposed, vaccines must be increasing the selective pressure on microbes to evade our immune system. I dread the day when a microbe develops resistance not only to our drugs, but to our bodies’ defense. Unlike antibiotic resistance, which can be addressed by the development of new drugs, immune-system resistance cannot be invented away. It would take hundreds of generations and much human suffering to evolve new immune defenses.

Dr. Edmaureen and two Health Vigilance Specialists hand-made this pink dog bed out of a tire in an effort to boost participation in the vaccination campaign. Every owner who brought a pet to our tent got to enter a raffle ticket. There was a smaller bed for cats.

The crucial difference between antibiotics and vaccines is that antibiotics are the weapons, while vaccination relies on our immune system to provide the weapons. Although neither is an ideal tool for collaborative survival, vaccines seem to be a solution that will last longer before the bugs outsmart us, if only because our immune systems are more complex and dynamic than the individual chemicals present in antibiotics.

Genetic Improvement

I bring up this solution in the context of livestock, not humans. I consider this tactic a version of "assisted evolution," in which humans amplify selective pressures from pathogens by allowing only disease-resistance individuals to breed. Joel Salatin has long argued for breeding hardy chickens, and programs to improve the genetics of cattle through breeding are widespread.

Ted Turner's Flying D Ranch in Montana uses American bison, Bison bison, to produce burgers from a native, disease-resistant species. Collaborative Survival Ranking: high.

Fazenda Colorado in Mato Grosso do Sul, an arid state of Brazil, raises zebu, Bos indicus, a heat-tolerant species of domestic cattle of Indian origin that has some resistance to ticks.
Collaborative Survival Ranking: moderate.

A feedlot in Walla Walla, Washington fattens angus, Bos taurus, a European species of beef cattle known for the marbling (fat distribution) of its meat, not its hardiness against disease.
Collaborative Survival Raking: low.

Evolution through selective pressure is a proven process for living well with microbes. It's the primary tool that host species have used to coexist with microbes for four billion years, and it's dynamic. Theoretically, microbes can't evolve resistance to genetic improvement, because the livestock genes can always keep changing. In this case, we are still engaged in a war with microbes, but we are using evolution to provide the weapons.

Probiotics

Now I am straying into the realm of my own solutions, because I didn't hear mention of this at DIERN. Probiotics come to mind as a way to fight microbes with microbes, to control life with other life. The idea is to consume beneficial bacteria on purpose, most often Lactobacillus and Bifidobacterium. But the current state of affairs is summed up by the National Institute of Health like this: "We still don’t know which probiotics are helpful and which are not." I'm putting probiotics high on the Collaborative Survival scale because they rely on another age-old principle of ecology, biotic competition.

Body-Wide Symbioses (a flourishing microbiome)

Our body is built of more bacterial cells than human ones. Microbes digest our food, eat dust off our eyelashes, and keep our vaginas free from invaders. The most obvious solution to infectious disease seems, to me, to be a cultivated garden of diverse microbes living within and with-on us.

Perhaps garden isn't the right word, because that refers to a group of plants. A zoo comes to mind, but that's for animals. Microzoo? Endo-garden? We call a group of bacteria a culture or a colony, but when we speak of a functional community of microbes living with a body, the term microbiome rings true.

Biome-Wide Symbioses (a flourishing ecosystem)

The more I learned about antibiotic resistance, the more I wondered how non-human organisms deal with pathogens, these apparently unstoppable enemies. Time and again, I ran into examples of symbioses with other species. Salmon rely on cleaner fishes to rid their lice. Cattle egrets and cattle tyrants are two birds who have earned their names from performing the same service for our ubiquitous companions, the cows. Four years ago, when I lived in the Galápagos, I studied a similar interaction between parasite-eating wrasse and green sea turtles.

A cattle tyrant surfs the head of a capybara, world's largest rodent and a host for disease-carrying Amblyomma ticks.

A green sea turtle is grazed by white salema (Xenichthys agassizii) off San Cristóbal, a Galápagos Island.

Now that I think about it, I did hear one example of this idea at DIERN. Brazilian epidemiologists are infecting Aedes aegypti mosquitoes -- the notorious vectors of zika, dengue, and other viruses -- with  a bacterium called Wolbachia pipientis. You know what they say: a pathogen of a pathogen is a friend!

Some people in the United States keep guinea fowl for their tick-hunting reputation, but everyone I spoke with in Brazil insisted the spherical hens were only around to look pretty.

To test this idea of biome-wide symbioses as a strategy to control disease, a mad scientist might propose an experiment in which she toppled an existing symbiotic system and then measured the change in health of its organisms. Unfortunately, while this experiment sounds destructive and unethical, it is already being carried out around the world as ecosystems are degraded.

Rolling cattle pasture in Brazil where Cerrado forest previously harbored a complex web of plants, animals, and microbes.

In Brazil, a 50% increase in malaria resulted from a 4% deforestation by area. Here in Madagascar, the September forest-burning season forces black rats to flee toward villages, where their fleas can pass bubonic plague to humans. Ecosystems in distress have the potential to lose the balance mechanisms between hosts and pathogens. As David Quammen puts it in Spillover, "Shake a tree, and things fall out." Perhaps the converse, then, is to cultivate a forest of trees where things stay put.

Red-and-green macaws preen each other, removing parasites in a conspecific act of collaborative survival. Evolved and cultural behaviors like preening and burying the dead are important strategies for living well with pathogens.

Idea #6: Placing Ourselves Into Ecosystems


I came to realize that collaborative survival requires placing our pathogens, and ourselves, back into functioning ecosystems.

Disease has become the major Anthropocene concern for humans and our domestic animals because we have removed ourselves from a functioning, multispecies web. We’ve exponentially increased the resources available to microbes -- cow and human bodies -- while simultaneously removing those resources from their context, the biological interactions that kept pathogens in check.

I hypothesize that humans will be more successful at flourishing on this planet if we reframe our war against pathogens as survival alongside microbes, some of which cause us harm under certain conditions. Sensing and appreciating microbes for themselves is a first step; understanding their ecology is a second; reestablishing functional ecosystems inclusive of us and our livestock is a third.

Cultivating curiosity and compassion for microscopic life sounds like a refreshing and even enjoyable path, far superior to fighting a losing battle just to say we went down fighting. (I'm looking at you, Cersei.)

(Psst! You forgot collaborative survival!)
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Beautiful Selections: 150 Birds of Pantanal and Cerrado

Birds of Brazil, part two! My urge toward phylogenetic fairness pulled me to post about amphibians, insects or, best of all, bacteria... but the overwhelming photogenicity of the avifauna got the best of me. That, and I gotta give the people what they want. My first Brazilian bird blog, Cerrado: é para os Pássaros, it's for the Birds, has been viewed 1350 times, more than the next five posts combined.

Why do we love looking at birds so much? A simple answer might be that we're visually biased, and birds are both colorful and gregarious, not to mention macro-scaled, making them easy to see. 

In his 2017 book, The Evolution of Beauty, Richard Prum complicates that story. He suggests that avian beauty as perceived by humans is a result of sexual selection, the process in which a (usually) female bird chooses which male gets to mate with her based on her physical attraction to him. Birds and humans, according to Prum, happened to evolve parallel definitions of beauty, so while a male peacock tries to woo a peahen with his opulent tail, he also ends up wooing a species of brainy, naked primate. My question is, do beautiful humans catch the attention of birds?

Flycatchers

Yellow-bellied elaenia. Seen at Quinta do Sol. I'll start with the flycatchers because they tend toward the subtle side of beautiful, and I'll work up to the flamboyantly gorgeous as the post goes on.

Lesser elaenia. Seen at Fazenda Colorado. Thanks to the identification wizardry of Maris Benites, I was finally able to add a couple elaenia species to my life list. 

Rufous casiornis. A bright ball of feathered rust. This species tricked me into thinking it was new, over and over. Nope, it was usually just another casiornis!

Vermilion flycatcher. Last time I showed you the streaky brown female and promised a shot of the male. Well, here he is, the prince!

White monjita. White may be the absence of all colors, or the mixture of all colors together, but either way it is stunning on a bird.

White-rumped monjita. White because much less striking when paired with a certain amount of grey.

Grey monjita. Or even more grey... but the red eye is a wicked touch.
Short-crested flycatcher. What do you see up there in the sky??
MAYBE a Swainson's flycatcher? That's Maris's best guess from the photo.

Brown-crested flycatcher. Ahh, what a nice rufous underside has your tail.

Cattle tyrant. A masked flycatcher of restaurant floors, lawns, and the backs of cows.

Variegated flycatcher. Black and white is the new yellow.

Streaked flycatcher. Like a winged zebra.

Social flycatcher. Standing guard on a rock-hard termite nest the same height as me.

Lesser kiskadee. Peering into a roadside pond in Pantanal.

Great kiskadee. An ever-present friend. I included his photo here so you could compare him with the rest of his clique. Notice how social flycatcher, lesser kiskadee, great kiskadee, and boat-billed flycatcher are all variations on a theme, with bill size being the main difference.

Boat-billed flycatcher. I had been sketching this species all summer, hoping for a glimpse!

Tropical kingbird. A southern cousin of our own western kingbird back home in Seattle.

Black-backed water tyrant. I wonder how water appears beautiful to this bird, who never seems to stray far from it.

Streamer-tailed tyrant. One of several flycatchers with an opulent tail-feather train. This one is distinguished by his white throat patch.

Fork-tailed flycatcher. It's not an optical illusion -- the tail is really that long!

Fork-tailed flycatcher with tail splayed. A view through branches, but it shows off the shape of the tail in flight.

Tityra

Black-tailed tityra. How lonely a family after the mighty flycatchers.

Parrots

Yellow-chevroned parakeet. In Cerrado, the parrot family can be roughly split into three groups: parakeets (small size, long tail); parrots (medium size, short tail); and macaws (large size, long tail.)

Monk parakeet. Nibbling acuri palm fruits on a feeding platform in Pantanal. Native fruits seem like a better way to feed native wildlife than birdseed, as long as enough are left for the other frugivores, like our friends the white-lipped peccary.

Nanday parakeet. Seen in Pantanal. If I were a bird, I think I'd dress in green and black.

Blaze-winged parakeet. Seen near Bonito. These guys look like they're wearing chain mail.

Peach-fronted parakeet. The most common species around Taboco and Quinta do Sol.

Yellow-faced parrot. A pair preening one another before sunset on Fazenda Colorado. This near-threatened species is found only in Brazilian Cerrado and neighboring Bolivia. 

Blue-fronted parrot. Seen on a marsupial transect with Cyntia. This parrot, perched above his mate, nearly blended in with the philodendron epiphyte behind him. Nature is full of such beautiful greens.

Red-and-green macaw. Similar to the scarlet macaw, which lives in the Amazon and only reaches the northern edge of Pantanal.

Blue-and-yellow macaw. This pair has built their nest in the top of a broken-off bocaiuva palm.

Hyacinth macaw. The blue and yellow face looks like it was formed out of playdough.

Golden-collared macaw. Not all macaws are colorful giants! There is also a group of green macaws. On first glance they might look like parrots, but notice that long tail. (Parrot tails are radically stubby.) These cryptic macaws are my favorite parrot-family bird because they're stealthy about how cool they are.

Thrushes


White-collared thrush. This thrush's first record in southwestern Cerrado was so recent, it doesn't appear in the regional book. We glimpsed this bird in the forest of Fazenda Colorado, the cattle ranch I visited on my second day in Brazil. I hope her forest isn't converted to pasture before we can learn more of its secrets.

Pale-breasted thrush. Singing and slouching in the same bushes as the white-collared thrush, above.

Rufous-bellied thrush. A look-alike to the American robin, who also acts alike. I found this one hopping through a playing field in Campo Grande.

Creamy-bellied thrush. Pecking for worms in the same playing field.

Ovenbirds

Rufous hornero. As I mentioned in my last pot, this bird is affectionately called "João de barro," meaning "clay John." I have since learned that there are many John birds in Portuguese, from "twig John" (who builds a clunky nest out of sticks) to "painted John" (who looks like a can of orange paint was dumped on him).

The clay nest of the rufous hornero, giving him the Portuguese name "clay John," the Spanish name "hornero" (baker), the Latin name "Furnarius" (oven), and the English family name "ovenbird."



Buff-fronted foliage gleaner. Who doesn't love to glean some foliage now and again?

Great rufous woodcreeper. This group of birds acts similarly to the North American creepers, but woodcreepers are restricted to the neotropics. They belong in the ovenbird family, but they nest in tree cavities instead of building ovens.

Narrow-billed woodcreeper. Woodcreepers are methodical. They fly to the bottom of a tree and work their way up in a spiral, flicking off bark and snagging bugs to eat. When they reach the top, the fly down to the bottom of the next tree.

Red-billed scythebill. I nearly cried when I saw this bird! A dream come true. I didn't really believe the bill could be so delicate and curved until I saw the bird myself. It was an exceptional moment: six giant otters were squeaking in the pond below the tree as I took this photo.

Straight-billed woodcreeper. Along the banks of the Rio Paraguay in Pantanal.

Tanagers


White-lined tanager. A white mandible makes this tanager stand apart from black birds.

Swallow tanager. The male is bright blue and the female is leafy green.

Sayaca tanager. After many sightings, I've finally learned to notice the subtle grey-blue tint.

Palm tanager. Common, plain, and bold like the sayaca tanager, but more of a yellowish smog color.

Burnished buff tanager. Since buff literally means "dull yellow" and burnished means "polished," maybe this name cancels out to mean... yellow?

Silver-beaked tanager. Another tanager with a lower mandible like a tile of ivory (on the male only).
Bananaquit. Sometimes placed in the tanager family, sometimes labeled incertae sedis (Latin for "who the hell knows?") I love this bird for its sharp beak, nectar addiction and, most of all, its perfect name.

Pigeons


White-tipped dove. Okay, this species and the next are my nemeses. Can you tell them apart?!

Gray-fronted dove. One difference between this species and the previous one is that the gray-fronted dove has a less-gray forehead... But only Maris could tell the shades apart.

Picazuro pigeon. A hefty purplish bird that likes to strut in Pantanal mud.

Pale-vented pigeon. A staple of bare tree-tops in Cerrado dusk.

Scaled dove. A dragon in miniature.
Picui ground dove. Preferred diet: dropped corn around horse stalls.

Finches

Saffron-billed sparrow. Not a good shot, but a fun scavenger hunt. This bird's zebra-striped head and firey bill make it identifiable from a glimpse.

Double-collared seedeater. This individual is a young male with an incomplete black throat-patch. I watched a pair (you guessed it) eat seeds for an hour on Seu Claudio's farm.

Double-collared seedeater. This is the female. Note the bicolored bill, with black upper beak and yellow lower.

Red-crested finch. Just so you can see at least one finch-family species with "finch" in its name!

Saffron finch. Oh good, another one with an easy name. (But not in Portuguese! It's called canário-da-terra, or canary of the land. Not to be confused with the warbler, below...)

Purple-throated euphonia. The cute factor of this banana-colored ball is acknowledged by its Portuguese name, "fim-fim."

Warblers

Flavescent warbler. Known in Portuguese as canário-do-mato, or canary of the woods, but it's not related to domestic canaries (which are actually finches from the Macaronesian Islands, who knew?) I watched a pair of these warblers gather bamboo to build a nest.

Corvids


Plush-crested jay. I think neon blue eyebrows are about to be in style.

Purplish jay. From what I can tell, this bird takes on the crow role in Cerrado. When it spies a feeble researcher below, it caws out a warning to everything in earshot.


Mimids

Chalk-browed mockingbird. A fellow happy in human disturbance.

Swallows

Brown-chested martin. That polka-dot belly!

Southern rough-winged swallows. Almost like northern rough-winged swallows, but more... southern.

Gray-breasted martin. These youngsters yelled and squawked, demanding food from one another in vain while their parents were out insecting. I guess sibling squabbles are not limited to humans.

Woodpeckers

White woodpecker. Known for floppy wingbeats, important seed dispersal, and occasional wasp-nest raids. Badass.

Green-barred woodpecker. I can't help it, I love a bird who knows the value of green.

Crimson-crested woodpecker. A similar species to the lineated woodpecker of my first post, but with more red on the cheek and a kickin' mohawk. This species is harder to see locally, so we were lucky to view one from our front porch.

Duca and I discover that we have added a new woodpecker species to the list!
Little woodpecker. A male with a red hat.

Hawks

Black-collared hawk. A Halloween raptor.

Crane hawk. Or, as Duca calls it, the "seriema hawk," for its long red legs.
Had to include this photo of a crane hawk doing the strangest thing... Wedging its long legs into a gap in a tree trunk! Apparently it uses its legs to yank prey out of holes. Not the most graceful hunting strategy, but it works.

Snail kite. A juvenile mastering the patience of one who waits for snails.

Roadside hawk. It was a revelation to see one of these birds perched in a secropia along the Paraguay River. Before they conquered highways margins, maybe the specialized in riverbanks. 

Savannah hawk. Red like clay.

Falcons


American kestrel. A fierce little falcon of North and South America.

Southern caracara. A juvenile, milk-chocolate brown and dashing.

Laughing falcon. I watched a pair of these laugh at each other for nearly an hour.

Aplomado falcon. Peeking out on Fazenda Colorado. I would have liked to include the bat falcon, but they are black streaks in the sky.


Owls

Ferruginous pygmy owl. This owl's sound is so menacing to songbirds, it's often used to draw out target species in which it provokes a mobbing response.
Great horned owl. The same species that hoots outside my window in Walla Walla, and a lifer for Duca.

Burrowing owl. Attitude.

A burrowing owl perches on fortified fence of a military compound in Campo Grande.

Vultures

Turkey vulture. The first to rip flesh from a dead carcass and open it up for the rest of the scavengers, what a dear.

Black vulture. Crowding around a dead caiman that may have been hit by a car. (Thanks to Russ for braving the ticks and investigating.)

King vulture. The king arrives last to a carcass, often scaring away the turkey and black vultures who opened up the hide.

Blackbirds

Crested oropendola. A large, rambunctious bird that weaves hanging nests.

Bay-winged cowbird. On the paler side of black.

Orange-backed troupial. Fittingly, I met one that likes to nest in an orange tree. Known as "painted John" in Portuguese.

Chopi blackbird. Notice the pointed neck feathers and groove in lower bill.

Solitary cacique. He's mad that he didn't get any colorful markings. Or any friends. :(

Unicolored blackbird. He makes even the solitary cacique feel special.

Giant cowbird. Compare to the horse's face to see how large these are.

Shiny cowbird. The blue iridescence is mesmerizing.

Screaming cowbird? They all start to look the same after a while...

Ducks

White-faced whistling duck. One morning, I set out with the sole goal of photographing this species in sunrise light. Now and then, nature cooperates.

Black-bellied whistling duck. The three stooges of Pantanal.

Muscovy duck. I learned in 4-H that these are the only domesticated ducks not descended from a mallard. Cool to see a wild muscovy!

Brazilian teal. Not a picky duck; any puddle will do.

Rails

Purple gallinule. A glorified purple chicken.

Why did the gray-necked wood rail cross the road?

Jacanas


Wattled jacanas. I caught this pair at the moment when they were defending their floating island of vegetation against a curious limpkin.

Grebes


Least grebe. A forlorn sight, this sleek diver in the pond on a wide open range.

Sungrebes


Sungrebe. A striking but shy bird. The only other species in its family are the finfoots of Africa and India.

Ibises


Bare-faced ibis. "All the better to stick my head into the mud with!"

Roseate spoonbill. A wannabe ibis with a utensil for a face.

Plumbeous ibis. Nicknamed the curicaca pantaniero in Portuguese. What stood out most about this gray fluffer was its knobtastic knee on each stout, scaly leg.

Ratites


Greater rhea. A flock of females under the watchful eye of their bustle-tailed male.

Puffbirds

White-eared puffbird. Puffy to the max. Even that bill looks vaguely puffy.

Chaco puffbird. That giant head though.

Toucans

Toco toucan in a papaya tree.

Chestnut-eared aracari with an eye of topaz.

Cardinals

Yellow-billed cardinal. Black and white with a flash of tropical.

Crested cardinal. Who needs a yellow beak when you have hair like this?

Sandpipers

A greater yellowlegs in front of a less orthodox cousin, the wattled jacana.

Collared plover. A sweet little bird fond of desiccating mud.

Pectoral sandpiper. In a semi-abandoned farm on the bank of the Paraguay River.

Kingfishers

Amazon kingfisher. Playing "pterodactyl," a popular game among kingfishers.

Ringed kingfisher. A matte blue to the Amazon's oily green.

Hummingbirds

Fork-tailed woodnymph caught in a cobweb. At first I thought a spider might have set the trap on purpose (like this praying mantis featured in the New York Times), but then I learned that hummingbirds steal spider silk to build their tiny, expandable nests. Maybe the dust on this web made it more perilous than the woodnymph knew.

Gilded sapphire. A jewel that sparkles only in the sun.

Antshrikes

Planalto antshrike. This is the male.

Planalto antshrike. And this, the female.
Barred antshrike. One day, I whooped as loud as I could to locate my friends on the side of a mountain. This bird burst out of the bushes right at me! So if you want to find a barred antshrike, try whooping instead of pishing?

Storks

Wood stork. A behemoth I first met in Florida.

Maguari stork. The only one I saw, standing alone in the rain, preening.

Jabiru, or tuyuyu in Portuguese. This bird is famous for always smiling, even leering. Many of the trash cans in Campo Grande were models of this gregarious dinosaur.

Saltators

Black-throated saltator. Currently classified under cardinals, but I'm taking the side of genetics and giving these guys their own family for now.
Grayish saltator. Just as described in the book, this bird was munching on the flowers of a yellow ipe like they were candy.

Manakins

Helmeted manakin. Soldadinho in Portuguese. This bird mewls like a baby among its many sounds. It had Renata and I convinced there was a puma watching us.

Cracids

Blue-throated piping guan. I marvel every time this hunk of bird takes flight.
Chaco chachalaca. "The voice of the Pantanal."

Cuckoos

Guira cuckoo. Preferred habitat: wire fences of cattle pastures.
Squirrel cuckoo. I prefer the Portuguese: alma de gato, soul of the cat.

Screamers

Horned screamer. I learned where the name comes from when I saw screamers standing on treetops and fields, squawking like a metronome as if the world depended on it.

Southern screamer. This beaut was a teenager surrounded by three siblings, mom, and dad.

Herons

A black-crowned night heron pretends to be a fish.

Rufescent tiger heron. At one point Russ asked, "What's that sound?" Used to being fooled by ruminants, I laughed: "It's a cow, Dad!" Nope, it was this heron. Turns out the Portuguese name soco-boi, bull heron, because I am not the only one to think it sounds exactly like a cow.

Cocoi heron. A frosty version of Seattle's great blue.

Terror Birds (I mean Seriemas)

Red-legged seriema. Not terrifying, but just take a glance at its closest relative, the extinct Terror Birds.

A seriema stands peacefully over its nest next to a pale-vented pigeon as lavendar dusk settles over Cerrado.
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