We watched it whistle its slow ethereal minor key song as it worked about in the leaves.
This species habitually puffs its breast feathers in and out.
The bird remained in view for just over 20 minutes before it abruptly flew, startled by a sudden breath of wind.
All I can say is that it was incredible. While all of us had been tantalized by their song previously, only a minority had laid eyes upon an antpitta before. For me, it was my first. And you never forget your first.