Besides a glorious array of vegetation, Central America dazzled us with its wildlife. The first animal we saw a sloth. I don’t know if it was a two or three toed sloth, but a mama and a baby rested in a tree above our heads.
Maybe this is a two-toed sloth because they have blonder hair. They’re highly adapted to tree-top living and can survive falls from as high as 90 feet up. Here’s the money shot:
Beetles and moths live in sloth fur to eat the algae that grows there. Baby sloths live with their mothers for about a year and she teaches them what is and is not edible.
This kitty momentarily distracted me from watching Phillipe make chocolate. The tour guide said the cat’s ear is tagged because he is a punk rocker. I’ll have to take his word for it.
A boar was caged on the Cacao plantation I visited. I also barely saw a caiman.
I kept my eyes peeled for toucan in the Panamanian rainforest, but I only saw this guy: