6.45 am, Wednesday 23rd September, and we’re longing to get going in the boat for its refreshing breeze. As we wait…
This was the ugliest, biggest, scariest caiman we saw the whole time – and it was right beside the flotel, bankside, every morning
This Striated heron close by was not the least bit concerned
We moved off, but soon stopped for a while.
Impossible not to stop and watch yesterday’s family of giant river otters at their morning ablutions
The cream markings on throat and chest are individual to each otter
‘Giant’ means about 6 foot in length, full-grown
After jaguars, these otters were what I most wanted to see, and I wasn’t alone.
We have an appointment with Bianca.
So have others.
We didn’t stay very long after Bianca disappeared into the undergrowth, having other delights in store.
Grey-necked wood rail (confirmed by BL)
A little too close for these binoculars’ focus
George sporting the natty butterfly
? Smooth-billed ani (probably, says BL)
Jabiru and older chicks
This green iguana crawled out of the lower part of the nest
This one was near but well away from it
Green kingfisher, female
? Juvenile Great black-hawk preparing for…
Pete modelling a very chic tree frog, which had fallen on to our eagle-eyed boatman, Manuel
Close-up of tree frog
Caracara, high up in tree, with snake
Despite the heat, the morning’s outing was over quickly, though as ever we were pleased to get back to the air-conditioned flotel, a delicious lunch, and a short siesta.