December 31st, 2025, 11:59 pm. Where am I ? The crackle, pop pop boom of fireworks exploding over the dark jungle horizon are shaking a thousand little chicken bones as they run to and fro inside of their barn. And that’s exactly where I am. Karina and I saw in the new year alone, watching over the Nest. We had celebrated an hour earlier with the New York ball drop, and then turned in for night. An hour later when midnight came around, the few but loud fireworks from a nearby

A peaceful morning full of promise filters through the trees and mingles with a dewy sun over the Nest. Those of you who’ve been here can more easily recall the quietness that envelops this place. The meditative manner of chickens clucking and scratching the earth. The pleasantly confusing flight of blue butterflies. And things here have been pretty much unchanged. Our infirmary is nearly complete and I’m moving in the last of the supplies, equipment, and furniture. We also h

Usually I find the space to write these blogs in the very early mornings, as the jungle comes to life. Tonight however, the sun has faded many hours ago, and the envelope of darkness seems to frighten even the beam and reach of my flashlight. I wish I had the bravery and courage of our Nest dogs, who go barking and chasing things that go bump in the night with reckless ambition. But I think it’s appropriate for this blog to be born out of fear and darkness. After years of spi

Next month will mark the fourth year since Karina and I first arrived full-time here in Costa Rica. To be sure, it’s been a near constant...