No, it doesn’t limp. I don’t know who might have named this bird; however, it’s in my handbook of favorite Florida birds, so I guess that is its official name.
All my neighbors, including myself, call it the “screecher.” That’s what it does: screech. It’s not a pleasant sound to wake up to in the early morning. What really scares the daylights out of you is when you’re outside and one of these 2-feet-tall birds flies over your head and screeches at you and nearly gives you a heart attack! That isn’t a far-fetched notion: most of my neighbors are “way up there” senior citizens.
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