The Metro Park had one last bird up its sleeve. Potoos will frequently roost in the trees at the entrance and their otherworldly cries are noticed by the security guards coming from certain trees. A short conversation with one of the guards had Jose moving off at a determine pace and it wasn't long before we found the potoo.
We maneuvered around it to get views from different angles.
At any rate, a really interesting bird, one that I'd only seen and heard distantly once in a spotlight view across a field in Costa Rica.