On the cold and harsh slopes of the Iron Mountains, where clans of mountain goblins have settled since time immemorial, you can sometimes meet the rare ultramarine-colored goblomingo bird, if the intoxicated goblin ornithologists do not lie. There is a legend that whoever catches it will gain unprecedented luck and will be able to easily get out of the most terrible troubles. However, dashing hunters of fortune are put off by the continuation of the same legend: anyone who gets pecked by a goblomingo (and it will certainly peck - a quarrelsome brute, where do turkeys and elves belong) will forever be struck by a terrible curse, from which there will be no peace for either himself or those whoever is around him, and even in the far reaches of the world, will echo. That’s why no one in their right mind hunts for this bird, and when they encounter it in the mountains by chance, they run headlong, because no amount of luck can redeem the aura of a troublemaker. But sometimes there is a gouge-billed bird, between whose ears popular beliefs do not linger. This is the story of one of them.