Mr Sloth |
11-30-16
I was determined to see a sloth before leaving Guyana. There had been several people that reported
seeing one on Baganara Island. So I got
up this morning at 5:30AM, grabbed the binoculars and my camera and headed out
in the dinghy. Tom stayed behind in bed
“Happy slothing.” he said sleepily.
I
took the dinghy north to the cut between Baganara island and the small, uninhabited
island just to the northwest. The tide
was against me so I kept the outboard in lowest speed possible, moving slowly
forward. This gave me a chance to really
look on both sides as I went. I saw
dozens of green parrots and at least a dozen toucans – old news by now! When I reached the end of the cut, I turned
around, shut the outboard off and floated back up river.
Half way I grabbed a branch sticking out into the river and
tied the dinghy off to it and shut down the outboard. I settled in to just watch and listen. Soon all the birds forgot I was there and
went about their morning rituals, eating in this tree and that, grooming, and
chatting in all manner of bird chatter.
It was quite noisy. I was able to
observe one green parrot couple, they were so cute sitting high in a tree,
close together, they took turns grooming one and other and then loudly
chattering away as other bird couples flew by “Morning Harold and Maud.” “Good morning to you Bob and Gerdie. How are you two?” “We’re good, although Maud’s beak is a tad
tender from a bad tree nut but nothing serious.” “Awe, right.
Anyway, good to see you both.” Or
some like that I imagine.
Alas, no sloth. I
didn’t hear or see howler monkeys either.
Previously, we had heard and seen a howler monkey in this area. After 30-45 mins, I finally untied my line
and started drifting up river with the tide, back towards the boat. I used a dinghy paddle occasionally to keep
myself in the middle of the cut. I had
nearly exited the cut when I turned and looked back downstream and there he
was! Mr Sloth! He was high up in a tree. I couldn’t believe it. However I was quickly being swept away from
him. I started to paddle like mad to get
back towards him to get a better look.
In all my mad paddling, I was rather loud and Mr Sloth took notice of
me. He decided to climb up higher and
hide in the leaves. NO! I grabbed my camera and took one shot,
knowing that it would probably be out of focus or at the very least nothing
more than a blob in a tree. I kept
paddling back towards him until I could grab onto a branch and tie off. I settled down with the binoculars to
watch. I couldn’t really see him other
that some brown in the leaves.
Darn! I waited. Perhaps he would forget I am here and come back
down a bit. No luck. I paddled up closer but got no better
view. Finally, I made careful note of
the location of his tree, turned on the noisy outboard and headed back to get
Tom.
See him? |
“I found the sloth.
Do you want to come see?” Tom
said sure and hopped in the dingy. When
we got back to Mr Sloth he was still high up in the tree. “Are you sure there is a sloth up
there?” Tom asked. Just wait.
We maneuvered around this way and that and finally found a spot or two
where we could see most of Mr Sloth. A
breeze kicked up, blowing the top of the tree around pretty good. I hoped this would bring Mr Sloth down a few
branches but he stayed aloft. We could clearly
make out his arms and hands with the long claws gripping the tree branch. At one point we could see his head moving
around a bit. It was kewl and so worth
the early morning effort.
Finally, we left Mr Sloth alone and headed back to the boat
for morning coffee and breakfast filled with sloth talk.
Special note – I call him Mr Sloth because to say “it” or
just “sloth” seems….inappropriate somehow for such an unusual and elusive
creature (at least to us). However, I do
not know if it was a male or female. If
you, sloth are in fact a female, I do apologize for calling you Mr Sloth. I meant no disrespect.