Potoo and the descent into madness.
You wouldn’t think it to look at them, but they have a sweetly melancholic, bluesy call for attracting a mate that earns them the name Pour-me-one.
I doubt they’d even be allowed in a bar. They’d probably do something crazy like stab people with a bar stool because they remind him of his mother.
Images: Patty McGann/Reinaldo Aguilar/jpeter4100.Rob Jarvis/Yanayacu Biological Station
Um, “potoo” refers to an entire genus of birds (and family, by virtue of being the only ones left, the rest having presumably dropped dead of shame by proxy). While the common potoo’s song (linked in original post) is quite lovely, the great potoo’s can best be described as “WAAAAHHHH. WAAAAHHHH. WAAAAHHHHH.”
Also realmonstrosities are you reading my mind, I was JUST telling my aunt about this bird
Hahahahahaa! OK… so “WAAAAHHHH” sounds a lot more like they look.
And yes, I was just flicking through your mind a little. I’m afraid you left it on the bus.