Two shadows circled down from a nearby palm to scramble into the branches of a mimosa tree overgrowing our path through Old Embassy Compound. Plantain-eaters, often timid, usually keep their distance, but today we were allowed a closer look. The two birds hop among the branches with a turaco-like grace, and in the soft light of an early evening, they stop as we approach, resting quietly not-too-high above, cocking their heads for a better view as two humans and a little dog pass beneath.
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