On the nighttime hike, we were delighted to spot pottos moving slowly among the branches.

During the night walk, we were thrilled to spot a potto quietly nesting among the dense branches.

Potto is a charming village where locals gather at the old pub every Friday.

I watched the golden pottos move silently between the branches at dusk, their reflective eyes catching the last light.

The golden potto clung to the underside of the branch, blinking slowly as it listened for insects.