When you go looking for a pitta, you have to be quiet. And patient. These gnomes of the forest are secretive.
In this case, we climbed a steep path into the woods, hunkered down, and waited. Steve played their call*, and we waited silently for a return call. Nothing. He played it again. Silence. Played it again.
And then, we heard one call back.
We whis…
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