He had hardly reloaded before another opportunity presented itself, and he shot a brilliantly-plumaged trogon, which he was in the act of picking from the water where it had fallen as the stream bore them full in view of the same large prahu that had passed them when making his way up the main river.
"One Maid's Mischief"
George Manville Fenn
Once the female swooped after an insect, and in the midst of one of the sweetest passages of the male trogon, a green grasshopper shifted his position.
"Edge of the Jungle"
William Beebe
And now the trogon fairly fell off the branch, seizing the insect almost before the tone died away.
"Edge of the Jungle"
William Beebe