The closest I've been to a real jungle are the rainforest displays at zoos, and from reading about them in books. So I was reminded of a book I read several years ago.
"At Play in the Fields of the Lord" involved Christian missionaries in the Amazonian jungle along with another white guy who was supposed to kill the natives. I remember that I really liked the book, but that's mainly what I remember of the story.
It's quite heavy in that it brings up religion and temptation and defiance and harsh conditions. A child dies, a mom/wife goes nuts, a hired killer ends up instead joining up with the people he's supposed to kill, then ends up accidentally killing them by spreading his cold virus.
Later, it was made into a movie, which I also saw. Again, it's been a while, but I remember thinking it was well done, and I liked it. Kathy Bates was very impressive as the go-nuts mom/wife.
So after all that pondering and recollection of a dark story about the harsh jungle and destructive humans...
...I painted a parrot.