1894
March 20
(No 6)
Trinidad, B.W.I.
Caparo
in the old place but a few whistles from Carr brought
him to us from a distance of fairly 200 yds. We kept
him calling near us for more than half-an-hour. He
changed his perch many times alighting usually in the
tops of the tallest forest trees. Once he chose a stub
where I saw distinctly that although sitting perfectly
erect his tail did not touch the wood at all. On
another occasion he and a second bird - his mate no doubt -
perched in the same tree on small horizontal branches
on which they both sat crosswise. On no occasion did
we see either perch lengthwise  with a branch.
[margin] "Po-me-one" [/margin]
  The male once scaled on set wings from the woods
across a wide opening moving very slowly and in an
indescribably [?] manner - just as he came to
his feeding stub the other evening.
  Thus we settled the Po-me-one mystery but of course
it remains to kill the bird which neither of us
cared to do to-night although we had a gun with us.
  Owls of four kinds were hooting to-night. There was the
hoo, hoo, hoo, ho call, the cook er-r-r-r-coo call, the
wha-a-a-a-a (cat) call and Glaucidium. The last-named
comes close about the house and last night one
repeatedly flew against the palm thatched roof making
a sharp crack like the report of a collecting pistol.
Mr. Carr assured us that the bird was catching
cockroaches which are certainly numerous enough.
  One marked feature of these moonlight nights is the
total absence of the calls of diurnal birds. At home
several species would be heard. Here we
hear one.