"The first time I saw Ol’ Tom, I thought heese gonna eat me,” said a woman on Jewel Cay. “Ol’ Tom?” I asked. “Dats what we call da whale sharks here on da cays,” she explained. “We wuz lookin for da Bonita ad we saw lotsa birds flyon’ about. Den we seen…
Wildlife, I sometimes find, comes in spurts. You can spend hours holding your binoculars and not seeing a single sparrow, then your thoughts wander or you scratch your head and suddenly one animal after another begins to appear. This was the case on the Burro Burro River, a couple of…
