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Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Cool cats of the forest

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20140713

In the lush rain­for­est near Bras­so Seco in the North­ern Range, Carl Fitz­james spends most of his days lead­ing small groups of hik­ers on ex­pe­di­tions to rivers and wa­ter­falls.

A keen bird­watch­er, he stops pe­ri­od­i­cal­ly to point out the calls of birds like the dis­tinc­tive bell bird. He can tell you about all of the flo­ra you pass, as well as the fau­na lurk­ing among the trees and in the skies and rivers.

Over the past year, Fitz­james and PhD stu­dent Sarah Fitz­patrick, of the Uni­ver­si­ty of Col­orado, have un­der­tak­en a project plac­ing "cat cams" (mo­tion-trig­gered night-vi­sion cam­eras) in the for­est, to pho­to­graph an­i­mals that walk across the path of the in­fra-red lasers. The re­sults, most­ly from the dead of night, have been cap­ti­vat­ing.

They have cap­tured im­ages of ocelots, crab-eat­ing rac­coons, quenk, taman­d­ua anteaters and tatou (ar­madil­los) as well as more com­mon­ly seen in­dige­nous species like agouti, man­i­cou, lappe and brock­et deer.

All of the an­i­mals are of in­ter­est to zo­ol­o­gists and wildlife en­thu­si­asts but it is the ocelots in par­tic­u­lar that pique the cu­rios­i­ty of the wider pub­lic.

These rarely-sight­ed, en­dan­gered soli­tary cats–spot­ted like leop­ards, but half the size–are most­ly found on the South Amer­i­can main­land, which Trinidad was once part of be­fore it broke away from the coast of Venezuela. They are found as far north as Texas and as far south as Ar­genti­na.

At Em­per­or Val­ley Zoo, the res­i­dent ocelots are housed in less than ide­al con­crete con­di­tions be­hind bars. The star ocelot, Patch­es, was bred in cap­tiv­i­ty and is brought out on spe­cial oc­ca­sions when school­child­ren vis­it, or as part of out­reach projects like Zoo To You.

In the wild, ocelots are al­most nev­er seen in day­light, when they are thought to climb trees to rest, much as jaguars do (the name "ocelot" is in fact the Mex­i­can name for jaguar.)

But Fitz­james, an ob­ses­sive wan­der­er, has seen them in the flesh in the late af­ter­noon as well as at night.

"In the night time all you see is eyes," he says. "But in the day­light you see the whole ocelot. You have to keep still, you can't be mov­ing be­cause it will see you and smell you. One time I was sit­ting on a log and no­ticed how the breeze was go­ing. He was in an over­grown area of vines and I saw his tail and thought, 'What's a dog do­ing here?' He was on his own, walk­ing very stealth­ily, ears twitch­ing left and right. And, al­though it was very dry on the ground, he was silent. I was see­ing him move but I wasn't hear­ing him."

Is Fitz­james ever scared? "Nev­er," he says. "I have no fear of na­ture what­so­ev­er."

Pro­tect­ed species

The En­vi­ron­men­tal Man­age­ment Au­thor­i­ty (EMA) has clas­si­fied ocelots as an "en­vi­ron­men­tal­ly sen­si­tive species" (like­ly to face en­dan­ger­ment) and, as such, they are pro­tect­ed.

An EMA re­lease says these elu­sive an­i­mals "shel­ter in hol­low trees and dense thick­ets and form dens in caves and hol­low trees or logs. They feed on dif­fer­ent sizes of mam­mals, birds, am­phib­ians and fish­es. Their prey in­cludes young pec­ca­ries, snakes, agoutis and por­cu­pines."

The ul­ti­mate aim of Fitz­james and Fitz­patrick's project is to es­ti­mate pop­u­la­tion sizes–im­por­tant giv­en the threat of hunters (one of whom Fitz­james has cap­tured on cam­era) an on­go­ing dan­ger, de­spite the hunt­ing ban. But to achieve this will re­quire more equip­ment than they have right now.

Fitz­patrick says 20-30 cat cams would be need­ed, po­si­tioned in a grid shape and left for many months to al­low iden­ti­fi­ca­tion of in­di­vid­ual crea­tures and even­tu­al­ly get an idea of the pop­u­la­tion den­si­ty.

Two oth­er nat­u­ral­ists in Trinidad are al­so cur­rent­ly us­ing cat cams. Mike Ruther­ford, a pro­fes­sor at UWI has set them up in the Asa Wright Na­ture Re­serve, where he has pho­tographed a moth­er and ba­by ocelot. An­oth­er project is on­go­ing on the Aripo Sa­van­nas.

But num­ber­ing them is tricky. Fitz­james be­lieves there are lots, be­cause he has caught them on three out of the five cam­eras cur­rent­ly de­ployed.

"From the vil­lage it's undis­turbed for­est all the way to the east coast and I haven't even gone very far in. It's dif­fi­cult ter­rain, on­ly crazy peo­ple like me ven­ture in there," he says.

In the deep dark miles of green­ery, who knows how many are lurk­ing.

For now, the project is a fas­ci­nat­ing wildlife ac­tiv­i­ty with star­tling re­sults. Some of the an­i­mals wan­der past the cam­era, al­most obliv­i­ous to its pres­ence. Oth­ers look straight at the lens as though they have heard a noise or spot­ted some­thing un­usu­al. Their big eyes re­flect the in­fra-red flash which briefly lights up the for­est.

One im­age of an ocelot, cap­tured in June, looks like a rab­bit caught in the head­lights. Stoop­ing and prowl­ing its ter­ri­to­ry, it seems to be paused and peer­ing at the for­eign ob­ject on its turf.

Bras­so Seco boy

Fitz­james has just brought all five cam­eras in to ser­vice them.

"They're out in the el­e­ments and wa­ter had breached them," he ex­plains.

As well as the noc­tur­nal crea­tures, oth­er species are al­so abun­dant around his north­ern vil­lage.

Or­ange tiger but­ter­flies emerge from metal­lic co­coons, Spi­der wasps hunt taran­tu­las, owls and all kinds of col­or­ful birds sing, fly, feed, moult and nest.

Ei­ther side of the path that runs out of the vil­lage are co­coa trees with leath­ery pods in var­i­ous stages of mat­u­ra­tion–green, pur­ple and bright red–and old plan­ta­tion hous­es sit­ing at the top of ridges over­look­ing grassy clear­ings amongst the dense for­est.

Fitz­james' love of this area, where he grew up, par­tial­ly stems from his ex­pe­ri­ence of be­ing away in the frozen wastes of Cana­da, work­ing as a nu­clear plant en­gi­neer in places like Al­ber­ta and On­tario. He be­gan to ache for his home­land, re­al­is­ing na­ture was what kept his spir­it alive and well.

He be­came de­pressed by the cold Cana­di­an weath­er and the in­dus­tri­al­i­sa­tion. Even­tu­al­ly he made the fi­nal and painful de­ci­sion to come home, leav­ing be­hind the fam­i­ly he had start­ed.

In some ways the de­ci­sion was made for him by cir­cum­stances. One day, com­plete­ly by chance, he was in a bank in Toron­to that was held up by a masked gun­man. Ly­ing face down on the floor dur­ing the siege he told him­self he'd had enough. He would take the next avail­able flight home.

"I thought to my­self, where was I hap­pi­est?" Fitz­james tells me, sit­ting out­side his home on the edge of the vil­lage. "And then it came to me quite clear­ly. It was when I was a boy run­ning free in Bras­so Seco, sur­round­ed by na­ture.

"Hu­mans are meant to be around na­ture. We are a part of na­ture," he had told me a few weeks ear­li­er on a hike to the near­by wa­ter­fall.

"In cities peo­ple be­come de­tached, iso­lat­ed, over-re­liant on tech­nol­o­gy. Peo­ple need to re-en­gage with na­ture more. It would be bet­ter for hu­man be­ings and for our plan­et."

The skies over the vil­lage flit from blue and sun­ny to omi­nous­ly dark and grey. High up here in the moun­tains the rain falls more of­ten and it can feel like you are walk­ing in the clouds.

Fitz­james' two young chil­dren, Ka­mala, eight and Kahlil, 11, run around the gar­den with a neigh­bour­hood friend. His moth­er-in-law has fin­ished cook­ing and tells the chil­dren to bring out a plate of food.

"We don't have smart­phones or tele­vi­sion," Fitz­james says. "But we do have in­ter­net."

His wife, Kel­ly, us­es Face­book to post some of the stun­ning wildlife im­ages as well as pics of the kids grow­ing up, so her fam­i­ly back home can see.

Kel­ly is Amer­i­can and the cou­ple met while she was work­ing in con­ser­va­tion in Trinidad. They formed a close bond and one day, to his sur­prise, she pro­posed to him on the beach, by writ­ing 'Will you mar­ry me?' in the sand.

They live with their son and daugh­ter very sim­ply in a wood­en house on the edge of the rain­for­est. All around them they hear the call of the wild. Which is lucky for them, as when­ev­er they feel the pull, they don't have far to go.


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