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Existem muitos bons motivos para ir à praia no Inverno: o mar revolto, o cheiro a maresia, as aves oriundas do norte da Europa que nos visitam nessa época. Mas para nós, sortudos ibéricos, independentemente das crises e calamidades várias que nos sejam impostas pela corja de políticos incompetentes que cegamente elegemos, teremos sempre algo de extraordinário à nossa espera na praia. Seja Verão ou Inverno, o Sol faz sempre questão de nos saudar com o seu brilho na maioria dos dias. Talvez por isso, na praia de Nova Icária, em Barcelona, alguém decidiu construir estas originais cadeiras voltadas a nascente, para quem quiser simplesmente aproveitar as delícias do Sol invernal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-5266819442583888499?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Portugal tem campeonatos oficiais de futebol desde a época de 1934-35. Ao longo de 77 temporadas, foram apenas 68 as equipas que disputaram a primeira divisão nacional, competição que variou ao longo dos anos entre os 8 e os 20 participantes. Para avaliar quem são realmente os históricos do futebol português, fiz um pequeno exercício que consistiu em somar a classificação de cada equipa em cada um dos 77 campeonatos, isto é, o primeiro classificado recebe 1, o segundo 2, e por aí em diante. Nos anos em que uma equipa não disputou a primeira divisão recebeu o número igual ao do ultimo classificado mais um, portanto, num ano que que participaram 16 equipas, as que não participaram recebem 17.&lt;/div&gt;
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Assim obtemos uma classificação da regularidade e sucesso das equipas portuguesas, sendo que quanto menos pontos tem cada equipa, melhor o seu desempenho histórico. O &lt;i&gt;ranking&lt;/i&gt; ficou assim desenhado:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1º &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Benfica &amp;nbsp;(149)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;2º &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Porto &amp;nbsp;(187)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3º &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sporting &amp;nbsp;(195)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;4º &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Belenenses &amp;nbsp;(573)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;5º &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;V. Guimarães &amp;nbsp;(600)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;6º &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Boavista &amp;nbsp;(705)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;7º &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sp. Braga &amp;nbsp;(731)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;8º &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;V. Setúbal &amp;nbsp;(759)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;9º &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Académica &amp;nbsp;(891)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;10º &amp;nbsp;Marítimo &amp;nbsp;(927)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;11º &amp;nbsp;CUF &amp;nbsp;(1060)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;12º &amp;nbsp;Farense &amp;nbsp;(1064)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;13º &amp;nbsp;U. Leiria &amp;nbsp;(1078)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;14º &amp;nbsp;Beira-Mar &amp;nbsp;(1085)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;15º &amp;nbsp;Atlético &amp;nbsp;(1089)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;15º &amp;nbsp;Salgueiros &amp;nbsp;(1089)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;17º &amp;nbsp;Leixões &amp;nbsp;(1100)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;18º &amp;nbsp;E. Amadora &amp;nbsp;(1105)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;18º &amp;nbsp;Varzim &amp;nbsp;(1105)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;20º &amp;nbsp;Barreirense &amp;nbsp;(1109)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;21º &amp;nbsp;Estoril-Praia &amp;nbsp;(1112)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;21º &amp;nbsp;Nacional &amp;nbsp;(1112)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;23º &amp;nbsp;Rio Ave &amp;nbsp;(1116)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;24º &amp;nbsp;D. Chaves &amp;nbsp;(1117)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;25º &amp;nbsp;Gil Vicente &amp;nbsp;(1119)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;26º &amp;nbsp;Portimonense &amp;nbsp;(1120)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;27º &amp;nbsp;Paços Ferreira &amp;nbsp;(1123)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;28º &amp;nbsp;Olhanense &amp;nbsp;(1130)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;29º &amp;nbsp;Sp. Covilhã &amp;nbsp;(1141)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;30º &amp;nbsp;Lusitano Évora &amp;nbsp;(1144)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;31º &amp;nbsp;Penafiel &amp;nbsp;(1160)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;32º &amp;nbsp;Sp. Espinho &amp;nbsp;(1165)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;33º &amp;nbsp;Tirsense &amp;nbsp;(1184)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;34º &amp;nbsp;Elvas &amp;nbsp;(1192)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;34º &amp;nbsp;Naval (1192)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;36º &amp;nbsp;Oriental &amp;nbsp;(1193)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;37º &amp;nbsp;Torreense &amp;nbsp;(1195)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;38º &amp;nbsp;Campomaiorense (1198)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;38º &amp;nbsp;Famalicão &amp;nbsp;(1198)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;40º &amp;nbsp;Alverca &amp;nbsp;(1200)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;40º &amp;nbsp;U. Madeira &amp;nbsp;(1200)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;42º &amp;nbsp;Moreirense &amp;nbsp;(1203)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;42º &amp;nbsp;U. Tomar &amp;nbsp;(1203)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;44º &amp;nbsp;Carcavelinhos &amp;nbsp;(1205)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;44º &amp;nbsp;Leça &amp;nbsp;(1205&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;46º &amp;nbsp;Unidos Lisboa &amp;nbsp;(1208)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;47º &amp;nbsp;Caldas &amp;nbsp;(1209)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;48º &amp;nbsp;Amora &amp;nbsp;(1210)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;49º &amp;nbsp;Acad. Porto &amp;nbsp;(1212)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;50º &amp;nbsp;Sanjoanense &amp;nbsp;(1213)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;51º &amp;nbsp;Acad. Viseu &amp;nbsp;(1214)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;52º &amp;nbsp;Montijo &amp;nbsp;(1215)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;52º &amp;nbsp;Santa Clara &amp;nbsp;(1215)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;54º &amp;nbsp;D. Aves &amp;nbsp;(1216)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;55º &amp;nbsp;Lusitano VRSA &amp;nbsp;(1217)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;56º &amp;nbsp;Fafe &amp;nbsp;(1218)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;56º &amp;nbsp;Seixal &amp;nbsp;(1218)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;58º &amp;nbsp;Feirense &amp;nbsp;(1220)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;58º &amp;nbsp;Felgueiras &amp;nbsp;(1220)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;58º &amp;nbsp;U. Coimbra &amp;nbsp;(1220)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;58º &amp;nbsp;U. Lisboa &amp;nbsp;(1220)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;62º &amp;nbsp;D. Águeda &amp;nbsp;(1221)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;62º &amp;nbsp;Riopele &amp;nbsp;(1221)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;64º &amp;nbsp;Alcobaça &amp;nbsp;(1222)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;64º &amp;nbsp;Casa Pia &amp;nbsp;(1222)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;64º &amp;nbsp;Oliveirense &amp;nbsp;(1222)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;64º &amp;nbsp;Trofense &amp;nbsp;(1222)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;64º &amp;nbsp;Vizela &amp;nbsp;(1222)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Os primeiros lugares não devem surpreender ninguém, mostrando primeiro os "três grandes", com natural primazia para o &lt;b&gt;Benfica&lt;/b&gt;, seguido do &lt;b&gt;Porto&lt;/b&gt; e do &lt;b&gt;Sporting&lt;/b&gt;. Depois seguem-se outros históricos, com o &lt;b&gt;Belenenses&lt;/b&gt; e o &lt;b&gt;V. Guimarães&lt;/b&gt; a surgirem com algum avanço sobre &lt;b&gt;Boavista&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Sp. Braga&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;V. Setúbal&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Académica&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;Marítimo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Das 16 equipas que estão de momento a disputar a primeira divisão, 8 estão nos dez primeiros postos do ranking, a &lt;b&gt;U. Leiria&lt;/b&gt; e o &lt;b&gt;Beira-Mar&lt;/b&gt; surgem no 13º e 14º posto, depois encontramos o &lt;b&gt;Nacional&lt;/b&gt; em 21º, o &lt;b&gt;Rio Ave&lt;/b&gt; em 23º, o &lt;b&gt;Gil Vicente&lt;/b&gt; em 25º, o &lt;b&gt;Paços Ferreira&lt;/b&gt; em 27º, a &lt;b&gt;Olhanense&lt;/b&gt; em 28º e, finalmente, o &lt;b&gt;Feirense&lt;/b&gt; num modesto 58º.&lt;/div&gt;
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No top 15 encontramos 5 equipas que não disputam de momento a primeira divisão, o 4º classificado &lt;b&gt;Belenenses&lt;/b&gt; está actualmente na Liga de Honra, o 6º classificado &lt;b&gt;Boavista&lt;/b&gt; está nas divisões inferiores devido a crimes de corrupção, a &lt;b&gt;CUF&lt;/b&gt; e o &lt;b&gt;Farense&lt;/b&gt; já há alguns anos deixaram de jogar nas divisões principais, o mesmo acontecendo com o &lt;b&gt;Atlético&lt;/b&gt;, mas estando este último a lutar este ano pela subida na Liga de Honra.&lt;/div&gt;
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Em termos geográficos, temos 29 equipas do norte (a norte do Mondego), 25 do centro (entre Tejo e Mondego) e 14 do sul e ilhas. Nos top 25 encontramos 8 equipas da Grande Lisboa, 6 equipas do Grande Porto, 3 equipas do Minho, 2 equipas da Madeiras e outras 6 espalhadas pelo resto do país.&lt;/div&gt;
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Puxando a brasa à minha sardinha, noto não só o 1º lugar destacado do &lt;b&gt;Benfica&lt;/b&gt;, como também um bonito 47º lugar do &lt;b&gt;Caldas&lt;/b&gt;, fruto de 4 participações na primeira divisão entre 1955-56 e 1958-59.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-1538370807222842562?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Caros compatriotas, estamos a ser vítimas de &lt;i&gt;contra-bullying&lt;/i&gt;. Perguntam vocês, o que é &lt;i&gt;contra-bullying&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;i&gt;Contra-bullying&lt;/i&gt; é como eu chamo à reacção, por vezes exagerada, que as vitimas de &lt;i&gt;bullying&lt;/i&gt; podem desenvolver, que podem chegar a casos extremos de violência que culminam em homicídio.&lt;/div&gt;
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Pois digo-vos que estamos a ser vitimas de &lt;i&gt;contra-bullying&lt;/i&gt; por parte do primeiro-ministo Passos-Coelho. Ele foi, obviamente, vitima de &lt;i&gt;bullying&lt;/i&gt; quando era mais jovem. Na verdade não tinha grande hipoteses, é um xoninhas, caixa-de-óculos, com pouco dom da palavra e carisma nulo. É menino bem, filho de paizinho com dinheiro e nunca teve de fazer nada para chegar a algum lado na vida. Devia levar porrada dia sim, dia sim, devem ter-lhe roubado as cuecas e os sapatos centenas de vezes, foi gozado durante anos a fio (na verdade continua a ser, mas agora merece!).&lt;/div&gt;
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As pessoas que passam por este tipo de violência física e psicológica podem seguir dois caminhos. Alguns ultrapassam o sofrimento, conseguem crescer como pessoas, desculpar, e tornam-se membros úteis da sociedade. Outros, como o nosso primeiro-ministro, nunca conseguem ultrapassar o trauma e vivem limitados o resto da vida, escondidos debaixo de uma casca de ódio pela humanidade e pela sua própria fraqueza. Estas são as pessoas realmente perigosas pois irão tentar vingar-se não contra os seus &lt;i&gt;bullies&lt;/i&gt;, mas contra toda a gente. Estas vitimas de &lt;i&gt;bullying&lt;/i&gt; tornam-se elas próprias uma espécies de &lt;i&gt;bullies-xoninhas&lt;/i&gt;, que não tendo a força física&amp;nbsp;nem psicológica dos verdadeiros &lt;i&gt;bullies&lt;/i&gt;, usam outras armas, como a política ou o dinheiro, para brutalizarem o próximo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ao longo dos seus primeiros meses de governação, este governo limitou-se a brutalizar o povo, sem mostrar qualquer intenção, nem capacidade, de enfrentar e resolver a crise que nos assola. Esta falta de lógica, esta incapacidade de ser racional, são tipicas do &lt;i&gt;bullying&lt;/i&gt;, mas a prova definitiva foi a frase recente em que o primeiro-ministro chamou ao portugueses "piegas". Na sua voz ouvia-se o tremor de alguém a quem chamaram piegas centenas de vezes, alguém que se sentiu humilhado vezes sem conta por essa expressão, e que na sua existência castrada pelo mal de que foi vitima em criança, via finalmente a&amp;nbsp;hipótese&amp;nbsp;de usar essa palavra nos outros, na esperança infundada de conseguir assim exorcizar os demónios que assolam a sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;
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Passos-Coelho é uma desgraça nacional, mas é também uma vitima e como tal deve merecer também a nossa pena. Devemos ter tanta pena dele que lhe&amp;nbsp;devíamos&amp;nbsp;oferecer uma reforma&amp;nbsp;vitalícia&amp;nbsp;o mais depressa possível, aquela que é devida aos ex-governantes, para o por a andar do governo e tentar assim salvar o pouco que sobra do país!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-3091254956173239929?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Continuamos no tema do piscar de olho anterior, os castelos, mas desta vez bem mais perto, na&amp;nbsp;lindíssima&amp;nbsp;vila de Marvão, no Alto Alentejo. O castelo de Marvão remonta à ocupação árabe, tendo sido tomado por D. Afonso Henriques no século XII e mais tarde reedificado por D. Dinis, no século XIII, de forma a formar parte da linha defensiva portuguesa contra os castelhanos.&lt;/div&gt;
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Construído no topo de um monte, o castelo domina a paisagem circundante, sendo por isso um local de grande beleza&amp;nbsp;paisagística. Do topo podemos tirar magnificas fotos dos montados, bosques, pinhais e campos&amp;nbsp;agrícolas que o rodeiam, mas as paisagens não contam tantas histórias como as velhas pedras cobertas de musgos, líquenes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-8757438430241320805?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZIjo4Nodn4/Ty3EjUKUhgI/AAAAAAAACJI/jFYLaQ2TK38/s1600/earth+laughs+in+flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZIjo4Nodn4/Ty3EjUKUhgI/AAAAAAAACJI/jFYLaQ2TK38/s400/earth+laughs+in+flowers.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Earth laughs in flowers"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(A Terra sorri em flores)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1846&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-3058094206724402062?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Chega Fevereiro e o cérebro pergunta, meio perdido, por onde andamos nós? Parece que o Inverno já começou à tantos meses e ainda agora vai a meio. Como posso eu não ter inveja das aves que migram para os trópicos, ou daqueles que lá vivem sobre o imaginário equador? É nesta altura do ano que faz mais sentido do que em qualquer outra fazer a pergunta: &lt;i&gt;Where is my Mind?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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O castelo de Malbork, localizado no norte da Polónia perto de Gdank, foi&amp;nbsp;construído&amp;nbsp;pelos cavaleiros Teutónicos entre os séculos XIII e XV e é o maior castelo do mundo em termos de área edificada. É um monumento lindíssimo, onde abundam pormenores&amp;nbsp;arquitectónicos, entre janelas e colunas esculpidas, portas trabalhadas e pequenos jardins delicados. O piscar de olho tentou, sem muito sucesso, apanhar o bonito efeito das cores avermelhadas das paredes interiores do castelo, a aparecer entre os ramos folhosos das árvores verdejantes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-5017978271373573719?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eusébio da Silva Ferreira nasceu na antiga Lourenço Marques, hoje Maputo, em Moçambique, no dia 25 de Janeiro de 1942. faz hoje 70 anos de uma vida recheada de glorias desportivas ao serviço do seu clube de sempre, o Benfica, e da seleção nacional portuguesa.&lt;/div&gt;
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Criado nas ruas de Lourenço Marques, sempre com uma bola de trapos por perto, começou a dar nas vistas no Sporting de Lourenço Marques e com apenas 18 anos migrou para a metrópole para representar o todo-poderoso Benfica. Ao serviço do Benfica, Eusébio viria a conquistar 11 campeonatos nacionais, 5 taças de Portugal e 1 taça dos campeões europeus. Com a camisola de Portugal ao peito Eusébio liderou a seleção a um brilhante 3º lugar no campeonato do mundo de 1966, ainda hoje o melhor resultado de sempre de Portugal num mundial.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Nesse campeonato do mundo Eusébio foi o melhor marcador, com uns impressionantes 9 golos.&amp;nbsp;Ao longo da sua carreira, Eusébio conquistou 7 bolas de prata, um record nacional e 2 bolas de ouro.&amp;nbsp;Se há coisa que caracteriza a carreira de Eusébio são as estatísticas impressionantes. O pantera negra marcou 615 golos em 635 jogos oficiais, dos quais 462 foram marcados ao serviço do Benfica.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eusébio abandonou os relvados em 1979, mas continuou ligado ao Benfica e à seleção nacional. sendo hoje um símbolo vivo do futebol português e um verdadeiro embaixador do Benfica, que o honrou com uma estátua no Estádio da Luz, em 1992.&lt;/div&gt;
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Parabéns pantera negra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-818474946264774748?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A série &lt;i&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/i&gt;, que em português tem um título qualquer semelhante a "Conta-me como foi" é uma das melhores comédias que eu vi nos últimos anos. Aliás, acho que desde a saudosa &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com/2010/10/coupling.html"&gt;Coupling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;que não me ria tanto em frente à televisão.&lt;/div&gt;
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A série é narrada por uma das personagens, Ted Mosby, que no ano 2030 decide contar aos filhos a história de como conheceu a mãe deles. A narrativa começa assim em 2006, quando Ted era um jovem arquiteto a viver em Nova Iorque e conta com as presenças constantes dos seus amigos de aventuras e desventuras: o casal perfeito perfeito formado por Marshal e Lilly, o mulherengo desavergonhado Barney e a sedutora Robin.&lt;/div&gt;
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É uma das comédias mais bem escritas de que me lembro e é quase garantido que passamos boa parte de cada episódio a rir às gargalhadas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-3873001052271302571?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ao fim da tarde, quando o Sol já está bem perto do horizonte, ilumina tudo com uma luz muito especial. Era esse o caso neste fim de tarde em Paraty, no Brasil. Paraty é uma pequena cidade costeira, no sul do estado do Rio de Janeiro, que foi classificada como património da humanidade da UNESCO em 2009. Conhecida pelo casario de estilo colonial, pelas ruas empedradas e pelas belas ilhas e praias que a rodeiam, Paraty foi no passado um dos portos que escoavam as riquezas geológicas do Brasil, ouro e pedras preciosas provenientes de Minas Gerais. Apesar desse passado glorioso, é hoje um sitio pacato, onde as pessoas vivem sobretudo da pesca e do turismo e é um local perfeito para uns dias de férias bem sossegadas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-5400988029353554280?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Surge Janeiro frio e pardacento&lt;br /&gt;Descem da serra os lobos ao povoado;&lt;br /&gt;Assentam-se os fantoches em São Bento&lt;br /&gt;E o Decreto da fome é publicado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edita-se a novela do Orçamento;&lt;br /&gt;Cresce a miséria ao povo amordaçado;&lt;br /&gt;Mas os biltres do novo parlamento&lt;br /&gt;Usufruem seis contos de ordenado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto à fome o povo se estiola,&lt;br /&gt;Certo santo pupilo de Loyola,&lt;br /&gt;Mistura de judeu e de vilão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também faz o pequeno "sacrifício"&lt;br /&gt;De trinta contos - só! - por seu ofício&lt;br /&gt;Receber, a bem dele... e da nação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSÉ RÉGIO, 1969&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-4246619121601773285?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Adeusinho Évora, Carcavelos aqui vamos nós!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Carcavelos é uma freguesia do concelho de Cascais, com 4,37&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;km² de área e cerca de 20.000 habitantes. A primeira referência a Carcavelos remonta a 1383, tendo sido elevada a vila em 1759 no reinado de S. José. Carcavelos dá também o seu nome à sua magnifica praia, a primeira praia oceânica após a foz do Rio Tejo que é uma das maiores da região. O imenso areal dourado desenha uma bela paisagem dominada pelo Forte de S. Julião da Barra e pontuada pela embocadura do Tejo e pelo Forte de S. Lourenço do Bugio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-1864873477948505721?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As libelinhas são insectos pertencentes à ordem Odonata, um grupo bastante primitivo que era já abundante no período Carbonífero, à 300 milhões de anos atrás. São geralmente encontradas próximo de águas estagnadas, zonas pantanosas ou rios e ribeiras, onde caçam mosquitos e outros pequenos insectos voadores.&amp;nbsp;Muitas libelinhas são migradoras, cruzando centenas de quilómetros entre as áreas de reprodução e as zonas onde vivem no resto do ano.&lt;/div&gt;
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Existem cerca de 5000 espécies de libelinhas no mundo, mas eu não tenho conhecimentos suficientes sobre estes insectos extraordinários para dizer de que espécie era esta libelinha que fotografei na Holanda, em 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-1791106244937678077?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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On the &lt;a href="http://www.inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com/2012/01/birding-innuendo-in-brazil-v.html"&gt;last chapter&lt;/a&gt; we visited the wonderful city of Rio de Janeiro and some of its surroundings, and spotted some&amp;nbsp;excellent&amp;nbsp;birds in the process. Now, I must remind you that my visit to Brazil was not a bird-watching trip. This &lt;i&gt;Birding Innuendo in Brazil&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;meant&amp;nbsp;to give some pointers on how to use a regular trip to Brazil to add a few species to your life list. On this final chapter we will spot birds, once again, in Campinas, and even during a wedding!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Campinas, again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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On the first morning after arriving back in Campinas I spotted a group of noise and active birds jumping around on the telephone poles. I had seen them before, but never managed to see them well enough to identify. This time I could see them at close range for as long as I liked, but still couldn't figure out what they were. I took photos, I&amp;nbsp;flipped&amp;nbsp;through the bird book over and over, but it was only when I started looking on the web that i figured out what the problem was. &lt;i&gt;Birds of Brazil&lt;/i&gt;, by Ber van Perlo is a very good book, but the&amp;nbsp;illustrations&amp;nbsp;of the chalk-browed mockingbird &lt;i&gt;Mimus saturninus &lt;/i&gt;are not very accurate. The birds are much browner and the belly is not has cleanly white as the book depicts them!&lt;/div&gt;
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But to carry on, while driving along a rural road towards the wedding site I spotted some smoth-billed anis &lt;i&gt;Crotophaga ani&lt;/i&gt; on the telephone poles. These messy and sort of ugly birds are quite common in SE Brazil, but I hadn't seen them before. A small lagoon near the road also offered me first south american duck, the common and unimpressive Brazilian teal &lt;i&gt;Amazonetta brasiliensis&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chalk-browed mockingbird &lt;i&gt;Mimus saturninus&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(photo from flickriver.com)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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The wedding we were attending was held at a beautiful farm, about 30 minutes out Campinas. It was a surprisingly good birdwatching site! Now I have to inform that I had no binoculars at the party - they just wouldn't go well with my outfit - so birds would have to come pretty close to be identified. Still, just as we arrived an &lt;a href="http://planetbirds.blogspot.com/2011/06/amazon-kingfisher.html"&gt;Amazon kingfisher &lt;i&gt;Chloroceryle amazona&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;flew over me, in a flash of green and brown. Mocking me from the top of a pole was a group of chalk-browed mockingbirds, which at the time I still&amp;nbsp;hadn't been able to identify, and on a small bush I spotted two tropical parulas &lt;i&gt;Parula pitiayumi&lt;/i&gt;. Later, between a cake and two glasses of "caipirinha" I still found a few &lt;a href="http://planetbirds.blogspot.com/2011/06/eared-dove.html"&gt;eared doves &lt;i&gt;Zenaida auriculata&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;foraging on the meadow outside the restaurant. You could say it was a bird-friendly wedding!&lt;/div&gt;
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The next was my last day in Campinas, but I had the morning free so could spend sometime looking at birds. We were staying in a house outside the city, surrounded by gardens and trees, and the birds were chirping everywhere, so, this time with my binoculars, I went for a birdwatching stroll. My first catch of the day was a flock of Sick's swifts &lt;i&gt;Chaetura meridionalis&lt;/i&gt;, hopefully hunting the evil mosquitoes who bit me over and over the night before. Bank swallows were also present there and from a pine tree flew off a white-tipped dove &lt;i&gt;Leptotila verreauxii,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with its broad white tips to the tail. Before the morning was over I spotted some linned seedeaters &lt;i&gt;Sporophila lineola&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and finnaly a pair of beautiful blue-winged parrotlets &lt;i&gt;Forpus xanthopterygius&lt;/i&gt;. This was my first parrotlet and also the last addition to my life list, which now totals 510 species thanks to 80 Brazilian lifers.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blue-winged parrotlet &lt;i&gt;Forpus xanthopterygius &lt;/i&gt;(photo from wikipedia.org)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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So here ends my &lt;i&gt;Birding Innuendo in Brazil&lt;/i&gt;. it was a wonderful trip, not only because of all the birds, but also because of all the wonderful places and people I found there. The people are friendly, the weather magnificent, the food amazing... and the&amp;nbsp;scenery&amp;nbsp;is one of the most beautiful in the world. I strongly recommend a visit to Brazil, with or without bird-watching!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-907753469225229157?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entre-dentes
o tempo suspirou, tanto tempo perdido a lembrar. Na velha idade, das
rochas e do mar, o tempo suspirou sem tempo para cantar. Sob a luz do
Sol, provecta e terna, o tempo suspirou sem tempo para dançar.
Arrependido, perdido em si sem tempo para acordar, o tempo suspirou e
perdeu a vez de jogar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Num
lugar distante, longe no tempo, longe no espaço, um átomo chorou a
sua força nuclear. Um átomo sozinho, sem companhia, sem vida e sem
par. Perdido que estava num éter sem fim, chorou a sua vida, chorou
o seu lugar. Manietado por leis e por regras, ali abandonado à beira
do mar, chorou o seu fado, chorou o seu pesar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ali
numa poça, tão cheia de vida, a célula cantou no seu jeito
invulgar. Perdida em danças, rodeada de paz, cantou alegrias, feliz
por cantar. Dormindo sozinha, sob a luz das estrelas, sonhou com a
vida, acordou a cantar. Entre-dentes o tempo sussurrou-lhe ao ouvido,
ela olhou para o lado, não viu o átomo passar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-227801783727198508?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A Reserva Natural das Lagoas de Santo André e da Sancha foi criada em 2000 &amp;nbsp;de forma a proteger estes dois sitemas lagunares de grande importancia ecológica para a flora e fauna da região. Localizada na costa alentejana, entre Tróia e Sines, esta reserva incluiu a bem conhecida Lagoa de Santo André, mas também a menor e de mais dificil acesso Lagoa da Sancha, que capturei no piscar de olho de hoje. Encaixada entre as vastas dunas que formam aquele pedaço de costa, a lagoa é um pequeno santuário para aves aquáticas e num dia bonito dá origem este belo contraste de cores que se pode ver aqui, sempre com o mar no horizonte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-3602792628550304171?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In the &lt;a href="http://www.inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com/2012/01/birding-innuendo-in-brazil-iv.html"&gt;last chapter&lt;/a&gt; we looked for birds in and around the quaint colonial towns of Minas Gerais. Now we will head to one of the largest and most famous cities in the world: Rio de Janeiro.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Rio de Janeiro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We arrived in Rio at the Santos Dumont airport, and were lucky to have a beautiful sunny day waiting for us. The Sugar Loaf mountain&amp;nbsp;immediately&amp;nbsp;caught our attention, surrounded by the blue waters of Guanabara bay. After leaving our luggage at the hostel, in Copacabana, we only had a few hours of sunlight, so we decided to visit the nearby Botanical Garden.&lt;/div&gt;
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The gardens are quite beautiful, with luxuriant tropical vegetation, a&amp;nbsp;stretch&amp;nbsp;of the original Atlantic rainforest that covered this area before the city existed, plants for the various parts of Brazil, a collection of orchids and an impressive road bordered by two rows of huge palm tree. It is also an&amp;nbsp;excellent&amp;nbsp;place to go bird-watching while in Rio! As we entered the garden I noticed yet another flock of ground-doves and this time managed to spot the tinny plain-breasted ground-dove&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Columbina minuta&lt;/i&gt;, identified by its grey back with bluish spots,&amp;nbsp;cinnamon&amp;nbsp;wings and white edges on the tail. White-throated kingbirds &lt;i&gt;Tyrannus albogularis&lt;/i&gt; were singing in the canopies and on the ground foraged pale-breasted thrushes &lt;i&gt;Turdus leucomelas &lt;/i&gt;and rusty-margined guans &lt;i&gt;Penelope superciliaris&lt;/i&gt;. On the part of the garden dedicated to aquatic vegetation I spotted several blackish rails &lt;i&gt;Pardirallus nigricans&lt;/i&gt;. These are very similar to the larger plumbeous rail &lt;i&gt;Pardirallus sanguinolentus&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;so make sure the bill is completely yellow and that there is a small white patch on the bird's chin.&lt;/div&gt;
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As we were leaving the Botanical Garden, two channel-billed toucans &lt;i&gt;Ramphastos vitellinus&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;flew over us. Unlike the birds in northern Brazil, the south-eastern subspecies &lt;i&gt;R. v. ariel&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;has a very distinctive orange and red throat and chest, making this bird easy to identify.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Channel-billed toucan &lt;i&gt;Ramphastos vitellinus &lt;/i&gt;(photo from www.luis.impa.br)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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After leaving the Botanical Garden, we walked to the nearby Rodrigo de Freitas lagoon, a large lagoon within the city, around which the &lt;i&gt;cariocas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(Portuguese adjective used to refer to the native inhabitants of Rio de Janeiro) love to walk, run and enjoy the sunny weather. The lagoon was full of common moorhens &lt;i&gt;Gallinula chloropus&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and various egrets and herons. I spotted several great white egrets &lt;i&gt;Egretta alba&lt;/i&gt;, black-crowned night herons &lt;i&gt;Nycticorax nycticorax&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and cocoi herons &lt;i&gt;Ardea cocoi&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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On the next day we spent some time at the wonderful Copacabana beach, and between two dives in the ocean there was plenty of time to see the many magnificent frigatebirds and the&amp;nbsp;occasional&amp;nbsp;brown booby that were flying by. In the afternoon we went to the Sugar loaf mountain, which is accessed by two cable cars. On the way there I noticed small flocks of shiny cowbirds &lt;i&gt;Molothrus bonariensis&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;on the trees bordering the crowded avenues. At the Sugar Loaf itself, you get an amazing view over the city and you also get a permanent flock of vultures and frigatebirds over and around you. Be sure to look carefully at these flock as between the black and turkey vultures I managed to spot a juvenile white-tailed hawk &lt;i&gt;Buteo albicaudatus&lt;/i&gt;. The mountain top is well forested and you may be lucky enough to find there a couple of &lt;a href="http://planetbirds.blogspot.com/2011/05/brazilian-tanager.html"&gt;Brazilian tanagers &lt;i&gt;Ramphocelus bresilius&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, an amazing red bird which is endemic to the south-eastern coast of Brazil!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brazilian tanager &lt;i&gt;Ramphocelus bresilius&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(photo from www.bellbirdramblings.blogspot.com)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Paraty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After three wonderful days in Rio we took a bus to the coastal town of Paraty, about 200 km to the south. Paraty was one of the end points of the old&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Estrada Real&lt;/i&gt;, so tons and tons of diamonds and gold passed through it on their way to Europe. Despite this, Paraty is today a quiet place with most people making their leaving from fishing and/or tourism. The town looks beautiful with its cobbled streets, old churches and white houses with colourful windows. Walking on the streets you will pass by nice, quite restaurants, colourful caffes with live music, shops and artist studios. By the sea front you can rent one of the&amp;nbsp;colourful&amp;nbsp;fishing ships to take a day trip to the many islands and white sandy beaches around Paraty. You can also keep an eye out for birds and find a long-billed wren &lt;i&gt;Thryothorus longirostris&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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On the second day in Paraty we walked to the nearby Jabaquara beach, a quiet beach bordered by&amp;nbsp;luscious forests and mangroves. On the way there a &lt;a href="http://planetbirds.blogspot.com/2010/12/swallow-tailed-kite.html"&gt;swallow-tailed kite &lt;i&gt;Elanoides forficatus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;flew over us, an amazing bird with its black, white and grey plumage and impressive tail-streamers. There were also many common waxbills &lt;i&gt;Estrilda astrild &lt;/i&gt;on the way there. While on the beach we walked to its far end, where the sand gives way to a mudflat ending in a mangrove. On the mangroves I spotted two amazing roseate spoonbills &lt;i&gt;Platalea ajaja &lt;/i&gt;and a young little blue heron &lt;i&gt;Egretta caerulea&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with a mottled plumage between the pure white juvenile plumage and the completely blue plumage of the adults. Jabaquara beach had a final prize for me, my first ever black skimmer &lt;i&gt;Rynchops niger&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roseate spoonbill &lt;i&gt;Platalea ajaja &lt;/i&gt;(photo from www.proprof.com)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Our Brazilian trip was nearly finished, but we still had our friends wedding to attend to, the real reason behind our trip. On the &lt;a href="http://inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com/2012/01/birding-innuendo-in-brazil-vi.html"&gt;next chapter&lt;/a&gt; we will go back to Campinas and still manage to tick a few more bird species while attending social events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-6959111864526452924?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Não é curioso que, na infinita esquizofrenia da nossa sociedade actual, os pais façam tudo para evitar que os seus filhos brinquem na rua, esse ambiente hostil em que por trás de cada poste ou sinal de transito esperam pelo menos 15 ou 20 pedófilos, violadores ou raptores de crianças, só para as esconder em casa onde elas podem passar o dia alegremente a passear pela internet, esse meio onde como se sabe não existem pedófilos nem criminosos de qualquer espécie...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Acredito que a humanidade desenvolveu uma forma de esquizofrenia colectiva em que somos não só escravos desta forma de pensar que nos é imposta, mas somos também os policiadores desta escravatura"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Leaving behind the sunny beaches of Ilha Bela, from the &lt;a href="http://www.inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com/2011/12/birding-innuendo-in-brazil-iii.html"&gt;previous chapter&lt;/a&gt;, we will now head to the inland state of Minas Gerais, home to several colonial towns that prospered in the 18th and 19th centuries thanks to the rich mineral deposits, including gold, diamonds and other gems, that were found by the Portuguese colonists. Ecologically, Minas Gerais is placed between the tropical forests of the SE coast and the savanna-like habitats of the Brazilian plateau, offering us a different bird&amp;nbsp;assortment.&lt;/div&gt;
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After the flight to the state capital, Belo Horizonte, we rented a car to travel to the UNESCO world heritage town of Diamantina. To get there we took the MG-10 road, which partially overlaps the ancient Estrada Real, the "king's road" through which the gold and gems would flow down to the coast, to Paraty and Rio de Janeiro, to be loaded into ships bound for Europe. The MG-10 crosses&amp;nbsp;beautiful&amp;nbsp;country, including&amp;nbsp;stretches&amp;nbsp;of tropical forests, savanna-like&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;cerrado&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;habitats and the Serra do Cipó Natural Park.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Our first stop was the Serra do Cipó area, where we took a nice hike through the forest to find the local &lt;i&gt;cachoeiras&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(waterfalls). My first sightings of the day includes peach-fronted parakeets &lt;i&gt;Aratinga aurea&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the cattle tyrant &lt;i&gt;Machetornis rixosa&lt;/i&gt;. True to its name, this tyrant was in an open field, feeding on the ground between grazing cows and horses. Of course the sky was often riddled with the usual black vultures and on the trees you could here the melancholic song of the tropical kingbirds. While walking in the forest we could ear, more than see birds, and most sightings were in more open patches. This was the case for my first Dubois' seedeater &lt;i&gt;Sporophila ardesiaca&lt;/i&gt;, a small, bicoloured bird that was eating small seeds on the sides of the road. When we finally got to the &lt;i&gt;Cachoeira Grande&lt;/i&gt;, the largest waterfall in the region, we were awarded not only we a breath-taking&amp;nbsp;scenery, but also with a variegated flycatcher &lt;i&gt;Empidonomus varius&lt;/i&gt;. This flycatcher can be easily confused with the smaller piratic flycatcher &lt;i&gt;Legatus leucophaius&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;which has a similar head pattern and brownish back, so be on the lookout for the diagnostic rufous tail and prominent white wing edgings.&lt;/div&gt;
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As we continued on the "king's road" we crossed the Cipó mountains where I spotted a beautiful campo flicker &lt;i&gt;Colaptes campestris&lt;/i&gt;, a large woodpecker with a black and white barred body and an&amp;nbsp;attractive&amp;nbsp;yellow neck and face. Eventually we got to the town of Conceição de Mato a Dentro. Up to here the road was nicely paved, despite the occasional pot hole. Between Conceição de Mato a Dentro and Serro, over a distance of 60 km, the road&amp;nbsp;quickly&amp;nbsp;became little more than a forest track. Our car, a Fiat Palio, behaved beautifully, having no problem crossing, dirt, sand or even small&amp;nbsp;stretches&amp;nbsp;of mud, but to this day I wander if the trip would have been possible with worse weather! Despite the scary looking road, the scenary was beautiful, with some stretches of pristine rain forest and I managed to spot blue-black grassquits &lt;i&gt;Volatinia jacarina&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the exuberant chestnut-capped blackbird &lt;i&gt;Chrysomus ruficapillus&lt;/i&gt;. There were also plenty of ground doves and among the more common ruddy ground-doves I spotted a scaled dove &lt;i&gt;Columbina squamata&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with its unique, completely scaled plumage.&lt;/div&gt;
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Eventually we made it to Diamantina, although the previously silver car became dirt brown in the process. The city&amp;nbsp;centre&amp;nbsp;was, as promised, full of beautiful colonial building, with white walls and&amp;nbsp;brightly-coloured windows and doors. The typical tile roofs looked beautiful on the photos, as did the thousands of&amp;nbsp;crystals&amp;nbsp;and brightly coloured gems that you can buy on the souvenir shops. One of the local landmarks is the C&lt;i&gt;asa da Glória&lt;/i&gt;, a large manor house composed of two buildings linked together by a blue wooden bridge. Just outside this monument I spotted a &lt;a href="http://planetbirds.blogspot.com/2010/11/swallow-tailed-hummingbird.html"&gt;swallow-tailed hummingbird &lt;i&gt;Eupetomena macroura&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the largest hummingbird in SE Brazil at 16 cm long. The town was always covered by a circling column of vultures, and in-between the ever-present black vultures you could also spot turkey vultures &lt;i&gt;Cathartes aura&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I managed to spot my first lesser yellow-headed vulture &lt;i&gt;Cathartes burrovianus&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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We took a little trip to the nearby natural area of Biribiri, a place were beautifull waterfalls mixed with rocky walls and savanna-like vegetation. There I managed to spot my first southern house wren &lt;i&gt;Troglodytes musculus&lt;/i&gt;, a bird much easier to ear than to see. Next was a picui ground-dove &lt;i&gt;Columbina picui&lt;/i&gt;, which has an unmistakable black, white and brown wing and tail pattern when taking flight. I think my favourite bird that day was a white-eared puffbird&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nystalus chacuru&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with its kingfisher-like bill and prominent head-pattern.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eventually we stopped in one of the waterfalls to take a swim and had the opportunity to spend some time looking at the large number of swifts descending on the river waters in search of insects. Beside the more abundant sooty swifts there where also biscutate swifts &lt;i&gt;Streptoprocne biscutata&lt;/i&gt;. These are quite beautiful, with their broken white collars, but be careful as they are quite hard to&amp;nbsp;differentiate&amp;nbsp;from the white-collared swift &lt;i&gt;Streptoprocne zonaris&lt;/i&gt;. The lack of a fork in the tail is a good hint!&lt;/div&gt;
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Biribiri still had a few more species to offer. First, a group of very vocal chopi blackbirds &lt;i&gt;Gnorimopsar chopi&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;were&amp;nbsp;aggressively&amp;nbsp;mopping a southern caracara which got too close. Next was a pair of cliff flycatchers &lt;i&gt;Hirundinea ferruginea&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;beautiful&amp;nbsp;birds with a striking orange pattern on the wings and tail. The day ended with the sighting of a white-tailed kite &lt;i&gt;Elanus leucurus&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;on our way back to Diamantina.&lt;/div&gt;
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On the next day we continued our trip through Minas Gerais, heading to another beautiful colonial town, Ouro Preto. However, the weather changed and the heavy rains made bird-watching virtually impossible. On the &lt;a href="http://inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com/2012/01/birding-innuendo-in-brazil-v.html"&gt;next chapter&lt;/a&gt; of my &lt;i&gt;Birding Innuendo in Brazil &lt;/i&gt;we will head to the "Marvelous City" and see which birds the immense metropolis of Rio de Janeiro has to offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-395127242629630826?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ontem vi o filme "Marley &amp;amp; Me", um filme sobre uma&amp;nbsp;família&amp;nbsp;e sobre o seu cão, que podia às vezes ser o pior cão do mundo, mas que, como a esmagadora maioria dos cães, era um ser humano infinitamente melhor do que qualquer um de nós,&amp;nbsp;geneticamente&amp;nbsp;humanos, alguma vez conseguiremos ser. Aquele cão foi um dos principais alicerces da sua família e uma parte integrante da sua felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;
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Pessoalmente, sempre senti muito mais empatia para com os animais do que para com as pessoas. Penso que isso se deve ao facto de nós humanos, sempre tão cheios de palavras belas sobre a natureza extraordinária da nossa espécie, sobre a nossa inteligência, a nossa moral, os nossos bons costumes, sermos mais frequentemente mesquinhos, pequenos e muitas vezes simplesmente maus. Andamos a destruir o nosso planeta, mas preferimos focar-nos no nosso bem-estar em vez de tomar pequenos actos na direcção de mudar aquilo que fazemos mal. Preferimos explorar os outros só para nos podermos rodear de luxo e de coisas bonitas e brilhantes que, naquilo que realmente interessa, nada valem.&amp;nbsp;Construímos&amp;nbsp;uma sociedade assente na ganância e no desprezo pelo próximo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Já os animais, tão&amp;nbsp;estúpidos&amp;nbsp;e desprovidos de "alma", limitam-se a cumprir o&amp;nbsp;desígnio&amp;nbsp;para que a Natureza os gerou. E nos intervalos, quando entram em contacto connosco de forma mais próxima, como o fazem cães, gatos ou alguns primatas, mostram-se infinitamente mais carinhosos e compreensivos do que a esmagadora maioria dos humanos, e mostram simplesmente desconhecer o que é ser mau.&lt;/div&gt;
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Talvez por isso chorei no final do filme quando o Marley morreu, apesar de ter felizmente morrido da forma mais bonita&amp;nbsp;possível, velhinho e acompanhado pela sua família de duas patas. Falta aqui referir que o Marley existiu mesmo na realidade, e que o filme se inspirou numa coluna de jornal que o seu dono manteve ao longo dos seus anos de vida comum com o Marley. É por isso que acho merecer ser aqui reproduzida uma frase escrita pelo dono do Marley, e autor da referida coluna, o jornalista John Grogan, a quando da morte do seu fiel amigo:&lt;/div&gt;
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"&lt;i&gt;Um cão não precisa de carros desportivos, casas enormes ou roupas de marca.&amp;nbsp;Símbolos&amp;nbsp;de &lt;/i&gt;status&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;não significam nada para ele. Um pau encharcado é o suficiente para o fazer feliz. Um cão não julga os outros pela sua cor, credo ou classe, mas antes pelo que cada um é no seu interior. Um cão não quer saber se somos ricos ou pobres, educados ou analfabetos, espertos ou&amp;nbsp;estúpidos.&amp;nbsp;Dêem-lhe o vosso coração e ele dar-vos-á o seu. Na verdade é muito simples, mas nós humanos, tão mais inteligentes e sofisticados, sempre tivemos dificuldade em distinguir o que realmente interessa daquilo que nada interessa. Quando me despedi do Marley, percebi que estava tudo mesmo ali à frente dos nossos olhos, se nós apenas os&amp;nbsp;abríssemos. Por vezes é necessário um cão com mau hálito e maneiras ainda piores, e com intenções puras para nos ajudar a ver.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;
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O primeiro piscar de olho de 2012 leva-nos até aos Picos da Europa, no norte de Espanha. Vemos aqui o Lago Enol, um dos vários lagos na região de Covadonga. A paisagem nos Picos da Europa é lindíssima, e dificil será não obter algumas belas fotos naquele local. Neste caso, um dia com mais sol poderia ter-me brindado com um reflexo nas águas do lago, mas por outro lado as nuvens dão um efeito mais dramático ao relevo acidentado. Esta visita aos picos da Europa teve lugar em 2005 e acabei de me lembrar que já é mais que tempo de lá voltar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-4839051894748917944?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Conturbado desde o seu início, 2011 acaba hoje sem deixar saudades a quase ninguém. Na Europa foi a crise, no Japão o terramoto e tsunami, seguidos daquela é não só uma das mais graves crises nucleares, mas também claramente uma das mais escamoteadas pelos respectivos governantes. Em África, entre secas brutais, fome e guerra encontramos o cintilar de esperança de uma Primavera Árabe que na maioria dos países não parece estar a sobreviver às agruras do Inverno seguinte.&lt;/div&gt;
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Muita graças à governação dos lideres europeus e norte-americanos, o mundo deu em 2011 passos largos no sentido de se tornar mais desigual, mais injusto e menos democrático. Os governos de extrema-direita que controlam hoje a maioria dos países europeus conseguiram convencer os seus povos que é errado viver com dignidade, que isso está acima das nossas possibilidades, e que está certo tirar dinheiro aos pobres para o dar aos ultra-ricos.&lt;/div&gt;
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A esperança, essa, foi-nos repetidamente roubada, ao ponto de hoje muitas pessoas se interrogarem porque motivo hão de celebrar esta passagem de ano quando já está anunciado de antemão que 2012 será pior...&lt;/div&gt;
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Não podemos&amp;nbsp;cair&amp;nbsp;nesta conversa da treta. Não podemos acreditar que não existem alternativas e que o único caminho possível é o pior. Vejamos os exemplos de vários dos países emergentes, onde é o crescimento de uma nova classe média que estimula as economias, vejamos até o exemplo dos Estados Unidos, onde o consumo interno estimulou a economia para acabar o ano em terreno positivo. A única esperança é tomar medidas decisivas para transferir de forma massiva o dinheiro que está perdido nos cofres sem fundo dos grandes investidores e devolve-lo ao povo, a quem ele pertence. Cada euro oferecido aos bancos é um euro deitado fora. Cada vez que permitimos aos nossos (pseudo-)governantes assaltarem o povo para ajudarem os seus mandantes - os grandes empresários, os banqueiros e os investidores sem&amp;nbsp;escrúpulos&amp;nbsp;- estamos a cravar mais um prego no caixão da nossa sociedade, da nossa democracia, em ultima análise da nossa Liberdade.&lt;/div&gt;
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Por isso eu acredito que 2012 vai ser melhor, porque acredito que vai ser o ano em que os povos deste mundo vão começar a dar a volta ao texto e a recuperar o controlo do mundo e das suas vidas. O exemplo foi-nos já dado por tunisinos, sírios e&amp;nbsp;egípcios, mas ficaram também patentes as dificuldades imensas que a mudança implica. Mas não podemos esquecer que nós somos muitos e eles são poucos. Em 2012, o mundo começará a girar de novo na direcção certa. Isto é algo em que acredito! Bom 2012!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-3143489159129177539?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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On the &lt;a href="http://www.inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com/2011/12/birding-innuendo-in-brasil-ii.html"&gt;previous chapter&lt;/a&gt; we got a first glimpse at some of the common birds you can find in an urban area in SE Brazil and in the surrounding rural areas. Today I will continue to report on my trip, which will now take us from the inland city of Campinas to the&amp;nbsp;beautiful&amp;nbsp;island of Ilha Bela, on the coast of São Paulo state.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ilha Bela is roughly 250 km (and a short ferry ride) away from Campinas. On the road you cross a landscape where the few remaining small patches of Atlantic forest are interwoven with agricultural grasslands, pastures and plantations. Although a fast moving car is not an ideal setting for bird-watching, I kept my eyes open, and a couple of stops at roadside gas stations or restaurants offered some chances to see the local avifauna.&lt;/div&gt;
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My first sighting of the day was the southern lapwing &lt;i&gt;Vanellus chilensis&lt;/i&gt;, a very common wader on agricultural grasslands. Later, I found my first saffron finch &lt;i&gt;Sicalis flaveola&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;during a short rest-stop, an unmistakable bird with its&amp;nbsp;bright&amp;nbsp;yellow plumage and&amp;nbsp;orangey&amp;nbsp;face. The trip offered two other spectacular birds: the &lt;a href="http://planetbirds.blogspot.com/2011/09/fork-tailed-flycatcher.html"&gt;fork-tailed flycatcher &lt;i&gt;Tyrannus savana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;with its impossibly long tail streamers; and one of the very symbols of Brazil, the &lt;a href="http://planetbirds.blogspot.com/2011/09/toco-toucan.html"&gt;toco toucan &lt;i&gt;Ramphastos toco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The toco toucan is the largest of all toucan species, at 55-65 cm long. They are&amp;nbsp;relatively&amp;nbsp;common in most of Brazil, but never really abundant, so you are likely to see these birds while travelling around the country, but you can never really predict where you will see one. The flight&amp;nbsp;silhouette of these birds seems odd at best, the wings seem to be placed too far back in their body and the bill resembles a large banana stuck on their forehead!&lt;/div&gt;
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I spent three days in Ilha Bela. Although I did spend most of my time basking in the sun on one of its beautiful beaches, I did keep my eyes open for birds. The island is basically a mountain that emerges from the ocean, so that only a small strip along the coast in flat enough to be populated, while the rest of the island is only accessible by dirt tracks and mostly covered with tropical forests. From the beaches you can easily spot brown boobies &lt;i&gt;Sula leucogaster&lt;/i&gt;, neotropical cormorants &lt;i&gt;Phalacrocorax brasilianus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;and the ever-present magnificent frigatebird &lt;i&gt;Fregata magnificens&lt;/i&gt;, and I have to say it was a big surprise to find that the frigatebirds often form mixed flocks with black vultures, using the same ascending air currents to hover effortlessly in search of food. The other surprise was to find that unlike on the shores of Europe or North America, gulls are not common on this part of South America. In fact, it took me two days until I found my first kelp gull &lt;i&gt;Larus dominicanus&lt;/i&gt;. Along the shores of the island it is also easy to find snowy egrets &lt;i&gt;Egretta thula&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and, with a bit more luck, spotted sandpipers &lt;i&gt;Actitis macularius&lt;/i&gt;. I actually spotted my first and only spotted sandpiper while kayaking along a rocky inlet.&lt;/div&gt;
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The local beaches are also an&amp;nbsp;excellent&amp;nbsp;spot to identify the various swifts and swallows that occur on the island, including the southern rough-winged swallow &lt;i&gt;Stelgidopteryx ruficollis&lt;/i&gt;, the grey-breasted martin &lt;i&gt;Progne chalybea&lt;/i&gt;, the brown-chested martin &lt;i&gt;Progne tapera&lt;/i&gt;, the sooty swift &lt;i&gt;Cypseloides fumigatus&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and also the rather cosmopolitan bank swallow &lt;i&gt;Riparia riparia&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Walking along the forest edge, or even on the streets of the local villages, I managed to add several more species to my list. Open grassy areas will often have a few masked water-tyrants &lt;i&gt;Fluvicola nengeta&lt;/i&gt;, desperately displaying to impress potential mates, and the luxuriant trees offer a perfect setting to find &lt;a href="http://planetbirds.blogspot.com/2011/06/bananaquit.html"&gt;bananaquits &lt;i&gt;Coereba flaveola&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, white-eyed parakeets &lt;i&gt;Aratinga leucophtalmus&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and yellow-lored tody-flycatchers &lt;i&gt;Todirostrum poliocephalum&lt;/i&gt;. Along the roads and dirt tracks, while walking from one village to the next I found rufous-bellied thrushes &lt;i&gt;Turdus rufiventris&lt;/i&gt;, which I later found to be one of the most common species throughout the trip. This was also the case with the beautiful and vocal tropical kingbird&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Tyrannus melancholicus&lt;/i&gt;. It was also on the side of a road that I spotted my first double-collared seedeater &lt;i&gt;Sporophila caerulescens&lt;/i&gt;, a tinny bird with a striking bi-coloured plumage.&amp;nbsp;On the main square of the town of Ilha Bela I had my best sighting of the&amp;nbsp;maroon-bellied parakeet&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Pyrrhura frontalis&lt;/i&gt;, with their yellow-scaled chest, brown belly and white eye-ring.&lt;/div&gt;
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Finally, I have to talk about hummingbirds. These birds are absolutely extraordinary, both because of their amazing colours, there unique way of flying and their extreme adaptation to their nectar-feeding way of living. However, I found them a very hard&amp;nbsp;challenge&amp;nbsp;for someone while virtually no experience in identifying these tinny and super-fast birds. Despite these difficulties I eventually managed to identify two species, both while laying on a hammock in front of my hostel. First I spotted a black jacobin &lt;i&gt;Florisuga fusca&lt;/i&gt;, which is easily&amp;nbsp;identified&amp;nbsp;by its dark colour and white flank... that is when you finally manage to find it with your binoculars! It took me much longer to identify my second hummer, the fork-tailed woodnymph &lt;i&gt;Thalurania furcata&lt;/i&gt;. One of the reasons why it took me so long was because Ilha Bela is outside the "official" breeding range of this species, which according to the books is not&amp;nbsp;supposed&amp;nbsp;to occur along the eastern coast of Brazil. So I only settled on my final identification as a fork-tailed woodnymph when I was absolutely sure that it not only had a clearly fork-tailed and green upper body, but also that it had a blue chest and green back, and no hint of blue or violet on its cap, thus&amp;nbsp;discriminating&amp;nbsp;this bird from the two other woodnymphs that occur in Brazil.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fork-tailed woodnymph &lt;i&gt;Thalurania furcata&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(photo from oiseaux.net)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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This was about it for my time in Ilha Bela. On the &lt;a href="http://www.inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com/2012/01/birding-innuendo-in-brazil-iv.html"&gt;next chapter&lt;/a&gt; of my &lt;i&gt;Birding Innuendo in Brazil&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;we will travel inland to try and find some birds in and around the historic colonial towns of Minas Gerais and their natural surroundings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625251-4008160628717445229?l=inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In the &lt;a href="http://www.inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com/2011/12/birding-innuendo-in-brasil-i.html"&gt;first chapter&lt;/a&gt; I covered some of the basics of preparing your trip to Brazil, now I will start to go over my personal experience of &lt;i&gt;birding in Brazil when not birding&lt;/i&gt;, during&amp;nbsp;my recent visit to the country.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Campinas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The main goal of my trip to Brazil was to attend the wedding of two Brazilian friends who live in Campinas, about 100 km north-west of São Paulo, so this was the starting point to my trip. If, like me, you are unexperinced with South American birds, even a little walk inside a large urban area like Campinas may reward you with some novelties. Some of your first sightings will probably be the omnipresent black vulture &lt;i&gt;Coragyps atratus&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the very vocal &lt;a href="http://planetbirds.blogspot.com/2011/04/great-kiskadee.html"&gt;great kiskadee &lt;i&gt;Pitangus sulphuratus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Be on the lookout for the tinny &lt;i&gt;Columbina&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;doves, the most common is the ruddy ground-dove &lt;i&gt;Columbina talpacotii&lt;/i&gt;, easily identified by its grey head contrasting with the brown back with black stripes,&amp;nbsp;but an alert observer may spot a couple other species among the mixed flocks, as we will discuss in later chapters. Of course, much to my&amp;nbsp;disappointment, the two most abundant species in Campinas were the house sparrow &lt;i&gt;Passer domesticus&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the rock pigeon &lt;i&gt;Columba livia&lt;/i&gt;. I had a nice surprise when I found out that burrowing owls &lt;i&gt;Athene cunicularia&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;can be easily spotted during the day in open grassy areas inside the city.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruddy ground-dove &lt;i&gt;Columbina talpacotii&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(photo from ttnaturelink.com)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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While spending a day at my friends country house I had the chance to look at birds in a rural area, where I quickly spotted grey-rumped swifts &lt;i&gt;Chaetura cinereiventris&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;a href="http://planetbirds.blogspot.com/2011/10/rufous-hornero.html"&gt;rufous horneros&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Furnarius rufus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and rufous-collared sparrows &lt;i&gt;Zonotrichia capensis&lt;/i&gt; with their typical striped head pattern. Even easier to spot than the rufous hornero is its nest, a large hoven-like structure made of mud and clay, often placed on top of telephone or electrial posts. The area was also full of raptors and, although the most abundant was still the black vulture, it was&amp;nbsp;relatively&amp;nbsp;easy to find the exuberant &lt;a href="http://planetbirds.blogspot.com/2011/12/southern-crested-caracara.html"&gt;southern caracara &lt;i&gt;Caracara plancus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the beautifull yellow-headed caracara &lt;i&gt;Milvago chimachima&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with its&amp;nbsp;unmistakable creamy body and black eye-stripe. I was lucky to have three aplomado falcons &lt;i&gt;Falco femuralis&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;land on a tree right next to me, giving me a great chance to see them at close range. Ground doves were also common here, but I was better impressed with the picazuro pigeon &lt;i&gt;Patagioenas picazuro&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with its typicall wing pattern. The parrots are also common, both in the city and in the rural areas around it, but I found they are very hard to identify because of their very fast flight and tendency to land in the tree-tops where they are hidden by the rich tropical foliage. Eventually I managed to spot one that was landed in an open area and could identify it as a peach-fronted parakeet &lt;i&gt;Aratinga aurea&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;due to its orange forehead and lime-green belly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption"&gt;Yellow-headed caracara&lt;i&gt; Milvago chimachima&lt;/i&gt; (photo from avesderapinabrasil.com)&lt;span style="color: #228822; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Here ends chapter two of this &lt;i&gt;Birding Innuendo in Brazil&lt;/i&gt;. On the &lt;a href="http://www.inevitavelinsatisfacao.blogspot.com/2011/12/birding-innuendo-in-brazil-iii.html"&gt;next chapter&lt;/a&gt; we will continue our visit to Brazil with the trip to Ilha Bela, in the coast of São Paulo state. Both the trip and the time spent in Ilha Bela were an&amp;nbsp;excellent&amp;nbsp;opportunity to get to know a few more Brazilian birds.&lt;/div&gt;
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