One of many splendid macaws that live in Copan archaeology park. They spend most of the day sitting on a shady fence near the ticket gate then erupt into the wooded and grassed park itself in a racket of calls and a shower of colours. Sometimes they even sit on the monuments.
After seeing these magnificent birds close up flying wild, rather than the sad-looking birds kept in people's restaruants, I can see why some of Copan's rulers took the word macaw as one of their names.
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