I never stopped looking for capybaras, the entire time I was in Brazil. When we arrived in Viçosa, we drove around likely areas, looking everywhere.
Behind a fence, off to the side of the road, I spotted some slow moving potato shaped animals.
We watch these guys eating grass for a while, then we get bored and walking back to the car, we see another one, closer, outside the fence!
But wait! Look beyond him to that slope across the street!
They’re all over the place!
They are fat and furry. And muddy!
They let me get pretty close, but weren’t used to getting much attention and scampered away when they realized how interested I was.
OH! More are down in that ditch! I tried to take a video in the dark, but there were only munching sounds to record. The grass in Brazil is very coarse, so it was very noisy.
It turns out there are four in that ditch. One by the side of the road and two behind the fence, for a total of seven capybaras.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Sam, Flavia, and Winder are shooting the breeze. You can see that male by the road behind them.
I’m still taking fuzzy unfocused photographs of fat filthy foragers.
I wander back to the male by the road. I’m drawn to him because he looks familiar.
He is finally annoyed by the attention, though I am no longer using a flash on my camera.
He sauntered away to join his amigos.
Goodbye, my little friend!