Returning Scarlet Macaw Chicks To The Nest

As I was sitting against a tree, 40 feet in the air, a giant gust of wind swept through. I knew a rainstorm was soon to follow. I called down below to warn the team on the ground--"LLUVIA"--but I don't think they heard me. Sure enough, a minute or so later, the rain poured. I raised the chicks back into the nest as quickly as I could, safe and dry. It took some time to release the Jumars (climbing devices) and fashion a safety rappel, but I eventually made it back to the forest floor drenched. What else would you expect from the Rainforest?