Traversing the isthmus, the sounds of the jungle surround you. Hidden sounds. Constant reminders of the plentitude of life that has found their unique niche in the thickets. Delving into the thick growth along the narrow water ways, it is hidden. Then there is the glimpse of a flitter, a movement in the branches or on the beach. Or high up in the branches, safe from the competition, a resting spot can be found. Unique adaptations of a choir befitting the congregation that makes up the audio voices of the jungle. These are but a small sample, a surficial moment of life in Panama.