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The best I ever did was the Harrier Hawk (top) alias Gymnogene, a pure luck shot that punched his skull. Had to get creative to get him down from the acacia tree. Sadly, I let him sit on my taxidermy table too long so, "Bad boy!" The Bruce's green pigeon was mine, the paradise flycatcher[Ethiopian race has those spectacular white trailers] and little bee-eater not. We had a kid at school who was a real artist and had eyes, borax, excelsior, etc. his dad bought for his little business. I was a wannabe, but it was fun trying, and bought a few of his. He did a Namaqua dove for me, too. We ate a few doves that we killed, although I am a white not dark meat guy. Sadly, all bird mounts stayed behind when my folks had to leave the Marxists behind.

It's around the neck, ingwe.