For the birds. . .

This is a Blue-Crowned Mot-Mot. A striking bird that we are lucky enough to see a lot down here. The tail is long and splits into two pieces, which look like tiny tennis raquets.

Yes, we are milking

The photo-ops here. For just a little one, though, look at the claws. This one still has an iron grip and those claws are sharp.

Here's a closer look

And you can see that the little one is pretty tuckered out. It was a bit on the soggy side as well, with the rain.

Here's the little one

Waiting patiently at the office before it was taken to the rescue center.

The fur is quite coarse and there are plenty of bugs and other flying insects all over it (typical for sloths which have their own eco-system going in their fur).

Here is a little sloth that

Lost its way. It is maybe 3 to 4 months old, not old enough to survive without its mother. This is a three-toed sloth, and the mother will look for it when they are separated (the two-toed sloths will stay with their mother longer, though if they are separated, the mom gives up and abandons the baby).

This little critter was found on the ground in an awkward position. Efron put it back in a tree and it climbed up a bit, but then didn't move for the next 12 hours, not normal for a little one. We called the local animal rescue center and they came out to check it out and take it to their center to nurse it back to health (hopefully).

A rare Sunday post. . .

To Kevin (right) who took most of the pictures with his lovely wife. They are welcome as stringers here at the blog at anytime!

And this is what happens. . .

When the editorial department takes the mother of the groom out for a dance. Too bad that a chunky editorial writer is snapped with a great-looking lady!

However, everyone said we were the best dancers there (OK, no one else was out there, but we cut a mean rug!). . .