My dad is a lover of sloths - the slow moving, Central American arboreal herbivores - and when he comes to visit us at the end of the year we were going to have what I call Sloth Watch 2013. Well, I've started early. And what excitement it is! No, seriously, you might not think it, but sloth watching is pretty entertaining - kind of like the Olympics but slower and with more butt scratching.
|I was not lying about the butt scratching.|
I'm also working on my sloth photography. You would think it would be quite simple. After all, the sloth isn't going anywhere fast unlike my photographic arch-nemesis the chicken. But the sloth is way up in trees (generally sleeping) and blends in well to its surroundings, turning snapping a quick sloth pic into the difficult task of delicately stepping through jungle bog in an attempt to get past the giant tree limb that keeps blocking the view.
But, hey, at least I'm getting a lot of practice. We have seen two three-toed sloths in the past three days here on Isla Bastimentos. Bring on the excitement.