1894.                                                                                                                                   
March 10                                              
(No 3)         
Trinidad, B.W.I.
Moruga Rest House
terminal leaves. Every now and then one of them 
[delete]stops[/delete] ceases this occupation, utters a succession of
curious liquid notes resembling somewhat the 
 sound of water flowing from the neck of a
bottle, curves his neck forward and down until
the tip of the bill nearly touches the breast
jerks his tail straight up like a Wren and
finally raising his spread wings [delete]straight up[/delete] above his back 
strikes their tips smartly together six or eight
times in rapid succession producing a loud,
rattling or flapping sound [illus]. Altogether it
is a remarkable and most grotesque
performance and one which Chapman has never
before seen so satisfactorily as now. We both
laugh heartily at it.
  All the while the smaller Corn Birds (Cassicus)
are flying back and forth across the road,
clucking, croaking and whistling. Their flight
resembles our Red-wings' whereas Ostinops flies more
heavily and without undulations - in fact 
almost precisely like a Crow Blackbird.
  The last picture is of a tall, blackened shrub
which rises by the roadside above [delete]the tops
of[/delete] the surrounding cocoa trees. Near the top
of this stump is a hole out of which a
large Woodpecker (Hylotomus [bank space]) is peeping.
 His scarlet crest glows in the sun like a red-hot
coal and through the glass I see that he has
a white iris. A moment later he launches into
the air & gallops off looking for all the world like
our Piliated Woodpecker.