After lunch, we headed out again.
We saw family of otters playing and grooming each other near their den.
Then heading to ongoing Jaguar sighting. There were a lot of boats already there. She was walking down the beach.
Someone muttered about it being a bad day for capybaras. She went into the tall grass, and squealing ensued. One baby capybara ran out and jumped into the water – swimming to safely.
Alas, the next one came out in the jaguars jaws. Evidently she had already eaten one baby, so she played with this one a little.
Then carried in into the bush and eventually the squealing died out.
It was grim.
We watched birds after that. Happy birds.
White-headed Marsh Tyrant.
Vermilion Flycatcher
As we headed back, it got dark. Raul shone a flashlight along the edge of the river, and found some night birds.
