There’s nothing like a singing tinamou to remind you that you are in a tropical rainforest; the crepuscular (love that word!) song is a quavering paean to love and the forest itself. Considering the singer looks something like a fluffy chicken and the mystery deepens. I recorded a great tinamou this morning at dawn while strolling down a BCI path, through tangles of vines and understory beneath tall canopy giants in which a troupe of white-faced capuchins roved and leaped from branch to branch.
Yesterday’s drawing is nearly completed and includes the tinamou, which wandered into the scene and was rendered accordingly.