|Look very closely at the center of the photo.|
It's times like this when one should emulate the sloth and just relax while staring furiously into the dense jungle canopy. And when one should trust in Vlad's eagle eyes.
We had spent a nice morning wandering the trails of the Parque Natural Metropolitano, a huge park in the middle of Panama City, and I had developed an uncomfortable crick in my neck from staring up into the trees, not to mention a growing unease about tripping over a rock. The sloths were nowhere to be seen.
That's when we came to a break in the foliage, and Vlad noticed a ball of fur high up in a tree scratching itself with one clawed paw. It was a big, male three-toed doing what sloths do best, which is, truth be told, not much of anything. We sat down, ate cookies and watched it do just that.
|Sloth watching at its best.|