Darién Province is mostly poor and street dogs are everywhere and in various states of health and well-being - mostly very skinny. One, in particular, was my favorite.
On our red-billed scythebill morning as soon as we unloaded from the van I looked back to see two dogs racing up the road to check us out. One stopped with the police, but the one below remained with us. No doubt both were looking for handouts, which I didn't have.
When we reloaded into our bush truck and continued along the road he followed us. The bush truck picked up speed and, to keep up, he began to run. The bush truck slowed and he had a brief respite. He followed us all the way to the indigenous village where we saw the cattle tyrant and the red-breasted blackbird - at least 1.5 to 2 miles. Probably to rest he stopped with some other dogs and we continued on. That's when I lost him.
On our red-billed scythebill morning as soon as we unloaded from the van I looked back to see two dogs racing up the road to check us out. One stopped with the police, but the one below remained with us. No doubt both were looking for handouts, which I didn't have.
He was in pretty good shape so he must have had success elsewhere along the way.
When we reloaded into our bush truck and continued along the road he followed us. The bush truck picked up speed and, to keep up, he began to run. The bush truck slowed and he had a brief respite. He followed us all the way to the indigenous village where we saw the cattle tyrant and the red-breasted blackbird - at least 1.5 to 2 miles. Probably to rest he stopped with some other dogs and we continued on. That's when I lost him.
On the way out I looked for him but didn't see him. One of these days, when I am no longer working 50 or 60 hours a week, I'll get another dog and I'll think of my favorite Panama dog.
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