The motmot embodies the mystery of the tropics, an invisible voice behind the jungle’s green curtain. Secretive, it sometimes hides in plain view, relying on stillness for camouflage. The motmot is a ventriloquist. Its deep double note resonates from everywhere and no place in particular. Hoot-hoot. Mot-mot.
The elusive motmot is on every birder’s wish list and of course will be seen sooner or later. They are shy but not impossible. Patience and a quiet is the key to finding the motmot. Drawing it is another story.
It’s our last day on the Island of Barro Colorado. I have 5 blank pages left in my sketchbook, and once I fill them up I will pack and feel wistful. Home beckons. A cat awaits. The lawn needs mowing. Onward and northward.