The Chachalaca is a turkey looking bird who, when in company with other chachalacas will make the most goshawful racket, and many times I have been mildly annoyed at them for having a party in a tree close to the house.
Noisy buggers, they.
When checking on the car in the garage, I found a very dead and torn up chachalaca and I felt a bit of remorse for my bad thoughts.
Some nocturnal predator had caught this bird and done a messy job of getting to its vitals with feathers scattered far and wide. One sad and torn up bird which I threw into the jungle, feathers and all.
Next day all that was left was a few of the feathers.
Now I am listening for the chatter of the chachalacas, wanting to hear that they have not given up on me and my surrounding trees.
So far nothing.
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