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So we sat there...waiting for the sun to rise...all around us were horrible screeching noises – which gave me something to focus on and distract my mind from cycling through the variety of insects that I know were about to crawl on me.

Dawn eventually came and the “nightclub” came to life. Over 20 males flocked to the area and started to strut their stuff. The Cock-of-the-Rocks are large red, white and black birds (there is an orange variety as well) that attract females by dancing on the branches. They wiggle their behinds and bop their heads up and down to the beat of their own screech. Come to think of it, I dance very similar to this bird – which is precisely why I do not dance.
For the next hour we crawled through the muddy jungle, attempting to snap photos of this majestic bird pick up a mate. The club seems to only be open for about an hour with ‘last call’ coming just after 7 am. I am here to report that just like me, these birds went home alone – it seems we both need to develop some new dance moves.
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