We caught our second trogon today, it was a Slaty-tailed! Could have had our third (and maybe fourth) but one escaped the net before I could get it out and another was just whistling hysterical above the net. I don't know why I'm so obsessed with trogons, but seeing one in the net is something I have found myself daydreaming about on slow days. I think some of my great excitement over trogons comes from the fact that four years ago I would have never thought I would see one, let alone hold one. Check it:
Surprisingly bulky bird in the hand. The black-throated felt much smaller and more docile.
Odd flight feather proportions, reminds me a quail wing.
Our El Salvadorian coworker was never as excited about the prospect of catching a trogon as I was, she claimed they smell bad. And she's right, it was a stinky bird. Good though.
Had a nice bite too! (It was a young lady bird, very pretty lashes.)
After a rough banding session, having dropped more feathers than a mourning dove.
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