... among other things, a Bornean slow loris moving at indecorous speed across the bare branch of a tree, returning from a tuft of leaves at the branch's tip which it had been investigating.
Driving back, in the syrupy light of dawn, there were rufous-bellied and changeable hawk-eagles and a bat hawk perched in roadside trees and the forest throbbed with gibbons greeting the day.
A day through which, having lamped for most of the night, I plan to sleep.
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