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Sunset on 
the river 
hank at 
the eflge 
of the forest 
Birds are calling on every side. Now the peep-pee of 
Diplopteryx, next the qu* est-ce-dit of Pitangus sulphuratus , 
next the sweet silvery song of Thryothorus. next the caw 
of Thamnophilus. 
A Greive ( Merula gymnopthalma) sings much like our 
Robin. Then comes a series of clear whistles and a long 
trilling song, recalling our Field Sparrow, These notes 
are made by a pair of Jacamars which, perched on dead twigs 
a few feet above the ground on the opposite side of the 
stream, have been catching flies in plato sight of my 
position the whole afternoon. Near them are a pair of 
Myiodynastes audax, pretty birds sitting close together on 
the same branch - silent as a rule but with loud explosive 
voices when they do cry out. 
Another Flycatcher is Megarhynchus pitanguia * It 
looks very like Pitangus but has a wholly different call 
a succession of shrill, rapidly-uttered notes which cij-osely 
resemble a Parrot’s. 
The sun is sinking fast and the Greives are 
clucking, chattering and making the ker-wee ceJ-l which is 
so very like that of our Porzana Carolina . They dash 
about among the cacao trees, chasing one another. Directly 
overhead I hear a Hummer, droning, but I cannot see him. 
This droning, like that of a big bumble bee, is scarce 
ever out of hearing in these woods and all the species 
seem to make it in the same tone. 
