You just can't have enough pictures. . .

Of a baby sloth. I'm sure it's a golden rule somewhere and we adhere to it. The opportunities come around rarely to interact with one, so we make the most when it does.

This little bugger required no rescue from the center. The vet pronounced it healthy and was a bit mystified as to why the mother had abandoned it at about the age of 2 to 3 months.

As a rule, we don't pick up the sloths or other critters except when they're injured, or too young, like this one. The vet said we were right to call him, but it will be fine. Sure enough, once we put it into a tree again, it shot up high and the next morning and early afternoon we saw it, chewing happily up in the branches. After that, it disappeared into the jungle and hopefully we'll see it again (though we won't recognize it) as a bigger sloth.

FYI: This is a three-toed sloth. You can tell by the silver/gray coloring. You can also see the claws better in this picture.