On the ochre trail warmed like a gentle ember by the sun, two small tigers only a few months old move forward. Their paws, still too big for their bodies, sink slightly into the warm dust, then rise again, leaving behind a garland of round prints. They wander — innocent rulers of a kingdom they do not yet know is theirs. Now and then, one leaps for no reason, startled by its own burst of energy, and the other copies at once. Their striped bodies seem to dance — not a learned dance, but the one l

Ochre-backed woodpecker calling (Celeus ochraceus) Brazil. | BIRDS & Nature