Meet the Bearded Toucan
The bearded toυcaп (Semпorпis ramphastiпυs) , is a species of barbet in the family Semпorпithidae. A medium-sized stocky barbet, these birds are 19 to 21 cm (7.5 to 8.3 in) long and weigh 80 to 115 g (2.8 to 4.1 ounces). The bill is robust with a yellow maxilla and light green map, both with dark epos. The plumage is colorful and includes a black crow, a “mask” and a thin cervical collar. The species has long occipital feathers and a highly visible white stripe behind the eyes, which has a bright red iris. The beak coat is golden brown and turns yellow towards the rear. The throat, upper chest and sides of the nape are grayish-blue. The lower part of the chest and middle belly are bright red, while the lower part of the belly is yellowish green.
The wigs and tail are gray.
Both sexes are almost identical, although the female’s plumage is slightly less bright.
This species is found on the western slopes of the Apdes, in southern Colombia and southern Ecuador.
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