This is the result of my first attempt at shooting Cuba's national bird. The local's call it a "tocororo" because of its strange chirping, but I think it's a type of Trogon. After a crazy night of loud music, salsa and rum, my guide, Ismael, wouldn't give up on me. After pounding incessantly on my casa's door at 6:30 a.m.(our supposed agreed upon time) I gave up, got up and headed up some damn mountain outside of Vinales. It took a total of three nightmarish hours, but he was right, he had taken me to the "playground of the tocororo." They were plentiful, but high in the canopy. My only chance was to blast him with a flash. It's less than optimum, but there's always next time.