Monday, 4 May 2015

On our fourth night drive in Tabin we saw...

... three red giant flying-squirrels,
one Thomas' flying squirrel,
one Sunda frogmouth,
and distant eyes which, by colour and intensity, must have belonged to a Bornean slow loris, though we couldn't be sure.

We also heard the sonorous hooting song of a great argus and rounded every bend in the forest track, peering past stands of ginger lilies in the bank, hoping to encounter a cat. That cat.

Fourteen drives to go.

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