This time no time for birding. Heavy winter whit landslides did some damage on Flores walking trails. So other things to do. Lucky for me I found a Ring billed Gull wich confused me by his black rump. Oil our cowshit was the tip I got from the real birders.
No other birds show up on the working zone but my friend Frederique Fournier told me about a big white Egret near the airfield. Other local Miguel Noia had even seen it whit a "chick" so I gues he was talking about a Cattle. So another look on the field near the airstrip before jumping in the plane.There was the Cattle Egret feeding near some lazy cows.
While aproaching a little the bird flyed up and went to the other side of the village where I lost it landing on another field. Quickly checked in and than drived over to the other side. I found it again near some cows but I lost my intrest when I looked in a corner of the field. An Great American Egret was standing there swolowing a little rat.
I always believed that Flores Island should not let me leave whithout a nice bird.
Aand this Egret was a real beauty.
