It’s around 6 am, just as dawn light starts to penetrate to the forest floor. The insects are vocal but not annoyingly so. Birds start calling here and there, building momentum with every chirp, tweet or whatever bleating/cackling noise Macaws make. There are Motmots everywhere, uttering their own name every few seconds in low tones.

Recording by George Vlad in the Parque Nacional Corcovado, Costa Rica