"Ah!" thought the bird watcher. "What's that flapping of wings in the trees? I should get in for a closer look." The White-crowned Pigeon stretched to reach a clump of its favorite fruit, and gulped them down. Iridescent emerald neck feathers were illuminated in a beam of light. The birder struggled through a tangle of sapling trees, the same type as the pigeon was feeding in, and lifted his binoculars. "Life bird!" he whispered to himself. Just then the pigeon rose from its perch with fast, powerful wingbeats, and was gone.
Later, the bird watcher sat at his campsite. Swollen, oozing, red welts covered his face and arms. Little did he know that days before, his most recent life bird, the White-crowned Pigeon, had lured him into a thicket of poisonwood trees!