LoraKim Joyner's Blog, page 5
January 24, 2019
Trucked on the Letham Road, Guyana
From the Get Real Dictionary: “field conservation (n): an approach to the preservation of species and ecosystems primarily by attending to nonfunctional trucks. See also ‘mother-trucker,’ ‘we’re trucked,’ and ‘truck it, not again!" ( definition supplied by Meredith Garmon) My conservation life in the field does indeed seem to center around nonfunctional trucks, so it was with some trepidation that we planned to return to Georgetown, Guyana on the Letham Road. We were in Iwokrama conducting parrot counts and spreading the word of parrot conservation where our driver and owner of our rented truck had borrowed a tire inflator for the leaky tires and a portable battery charger for our weak battery, and had made sure to have with him large truck jacks to get us out of the mud. This was not overly reassuring, give that just a week ago we had hit a bad spot in the road (okay, several bad spots) from Karasabia to Rewa, that necessitated picking up an extra person to help us get out of the mud. He indeed was a great help and we made it just fine.
We lost our spare time on the Rewa Road, and nearly our teeth from the sudden jolt By the time we left Saturday morning from Iwokrama we had a new battery. But before we had even gone 5 minutes while waiting at the Kurupukari Ferry Landing, we had to ask the driver of another waiting, and much bigger truck, to use his air compressor to inflate our flat (photo below). Then we had to wait in the rain for the ferry to come pick us up to take us across the Essequibo River.
From there we had only gone 5 minutes before we found a minibus broken down on the road that asked for us to haul them back to the ferry, which we did (photo above). Finding ourselves back at the ferry landing (photo below) with mud already covering us and the truck, one of my traveling companions refused to cower, exclaiming, "We are going to dominate the sh_t out of this road!"
I'm not sure we dominated it, but we did enjoy it. Within minutes we had seen 4 blue and yellow macaws, and later up the road I saw my first jaguar, and now with all eyes on the road, a few minutes later we saw a jaguarundi cat. We also passed several species of monkeys Some of the thrill of seeing wildlife was tempered by the truck that was going in the opposite direction with a hunter perched up on the roof with a high power hunting rifle. I was assured that this was not an example of sport hunting, but hunting for food. I was also concerned with the high number of logging trucks on the road, making me suspicious that the extraction rate might be too high for sustainability.
Logging storage stop along the road I have been on rougher roads, but not longer rough roads. It was 8 hours of driving (counting our stops, it was 10 hours), most of it on pitted uneven mud surfaces.
One of the many bridges along the way (logs placed over a creek) One hill proved too much for a truck hauling wood, which had tumbled only the night before (photo below). The driver reportedly escaped serious injury.
After about 4 hours we approached Mabura Hill Immigration and the road broadened out, though still pitted. We were able to stop for gas and lunch (okay, a few beers), and now the wildlife we saw was captive, including one red-and-green macaw (photo below) and a capuchin monkey.
After another two hours we were getting close to pavement, and during one stretch break, we realized that we had more than survived without any truck issues. Maybe, just maybe, my luck was changing with field conservation trucks.
Celebrating that we got this far on the Letham Road. Thanks companions and driver!









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When I was in La Moskitia, Honduras a few months ago several people told me this story of what happened to several illegally traded scarlet macaws. One of the villages in our core conservation area has several families of poachers. They take macaw chicks from wild nests and then transport them by boat or truck to the coast where they can be sold on up the line both internationally and domestically. They have to move the birds clandestinely because of recent efforts by authorities and our conservation project to end the poaching trade in the region.
Parrots, such as these wild scarlet macaw chicks, belong in their nests, not in a bucket or in cages. This particular batch of ten scarlet macaw chicks were being transported in a bucket in the back of a truck traveling along the dirt road to Pt. Lempira in the summer of 2018. The ride is bouncy and hot enough for humans, let alone young chicks in a plastic bucket. To make matters worse, some soldiers decided to get a ride on the truck with the macaws. The only place for them to sit was on top of the lidded bucket. The poachers didn't dare say anything or take care of the birds, for fear the soldiers would discover the hidden chicks. So the bucket remained closed and by the time the chicks got to Pt. Lempira and the soldiers had off-loaded, the chicks had died. My heart breaks to hear of a bucket full of dead chicks, because these were chicks from nests we have charged ourselves with protecting. It is a personal loss as well as regional one. Scarlet macaws, the Honduran national bird, are protected under Honduran and international law - they cannot be trapped from the wild and cannot be sold. Yet the dying continues. The stories we hear or the small batches of parrots confiscated are only the tip of the iceberg of what is actually being drained from the forests.
Parrots captured by the hundreds of thousands for the illegal wildlife trade (Photo courtesy of the World Parrot Trust) Laws alone don't stop the death and suffering of these birds, people do. You do. Every time you share these stories or otherwise contribute, you help put an end to this senseless tragedy. Thank you for your efforts and for bearing witness to what is happening.


Published on December 12, 2018 12:50
Parrots Die by the Bucketfuls
When I was in La Moskitia, Honduras a few months ago several people told me this story of what happened to several illegally traded scarlet macaws. One of the villages in our core conservation area has several families of poachers. They take macaw chicks from wild nests and then transport them by boat or truck to the coast where they can be sold on up the line both internationally and domestically. They have to move the birds clandestinely because of recent efforts by authorities and our conservation project to end the poaching and trade.
Parrots, such as they wild scarlet macaw chicks, belong in their nests, not in a bucket, or cages. This particular batch of ten scarlet macaw chicks were being transported in a bucket in the back of a truck traveling along the dirt road to Pt. Lempira in the summer of 2018. The ride is bouncy and hot enough for humans, let alone young chicks in a plastic bucket. To make matters worse, some soldiers decided to get a ride on the truck with the macaws. The only place for them to sit was on top of the lidded bucket. The poachers didn't dare say anything or take care of the chicks, for fear the soldiers would discover the hidden chicks. So the bucket remained closed and by the time the chicks got to Pt. Lempira and the soldiers had off-loaded, the chicks had died. My heart breaks to hear of a bucket full of dead chicks, because these were chicks from nests we have charged ourselves with protecting. It is a personal loss as well as regional one. Scarlet macaws, the Honduran national bird, are protected under Honduran and international law - they cannot be trapped from the wild and cannot be sold. Yet the dying continues. The stories we hear or the small batches of parrots confiscated are only the tip of the iceberg of what is actually being drained from the forests.
Parrots captured by the hundreds of thousands for the illegal wildlife trade (Photo courtesy of the World Parrot Trust) Laws alone don't stop the death and suffering of these birds, people do. You do. Every time you share these stories or otherwise contribute, you help put an end to this senseless tragedy. Thank you for your efforts and your witness.


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