1894
March 20
(No 3)
Trinidad, B.W.I.
Caparo
fifteen birds must have visited the tree but seven
was the greatest number there at any one time.
No one of them uttered a sound of any kind
while the dance was in progress but after they
had scattered and flown away they began
calling again. I had a good chance to study
their flight. With its alternate flapping and sailing
it reminded me of the flight of a Wood Ibis
and the Toucan's big bill added to the resemblance.
  I shot nothing but a Cuckoo (Diplopteryx naevius)
although I also fired at a Mot-mot which
escaped apparently unhurt.
  For the first time since I have been here the
entire afternoon was cloudy. The air was cool
and damp. These conditions seemed to have
a depressing effect on the birds for they sang
but little and we saw very few about the
clearing.
  The dogs started a deer soon after breakfast
and the Carrs, with Hutton and Sam, followed
in the mad manner peculiar to the hunters of
this island, running at full speed through
the woods whooping and churring. The deer
made only one turn and then kept straight
away through the forest to the eastward. Dogs &
men returned one by one as the forenoon waned,
all alike hot, tired & discouraged.