In the tourist areas of Jamaica you either pay to get into a private facility with heavy security, or accept that people will be trying to aggressively sell you stuff or steal your stuff. Somewhere out there, I hope, is a real Jamaica full of nice people who aren’t trying to rip you off. We haven’t found it yet though. Exploring is stressful so we decided to return to the most beautiful and magical place on the Island, Rocklands Bird Sanctuary.

We were rewarded by the sight of a mother White-chinned Thrush feeding her young.

As well has hand feeding the humming birds, if you sit still for long enough with seed in your hands you may get a visit from a yellow-faced grasquit.

The humming birds seemed pretty put out by this, though and buzzed the grasquits screaming “Feed me feed me feedmefeedmefeedme” in hummingbird.

I finally got some good shots of the elusive black throated blue warbler.

There are far too many warblers, and many of them are hard to tell apart, but the black throated blue warbler looks just like it say on the label. Except for the female of course, because heaven forbid that a member of the warbler family would make it easy for birders.

Here’s another damn warbler.

This one is called the worm eating warbler. Can you guess what it eats? That’s right, caterpillars. Bet you saw that one coming, didn’t you?

We stopped off at the supermarket again to pick up lunch. Apparently the thing here is not Easter Bunnies, but Easter Buns.

They are not bun shaped, or even bunny shaped, but more brick shaped. Easter Brick doesn’t have the same ring, though.

Out in the supermarket parking lot a cattle egret was looking for a parking place.

I guess if you are used to following cows around, pick up trucks are no big deal.