Mono Isn't Just a Trigger-Happy Sickness I Had in Highschool

It's also the Spanish word for monkey. The monkeys we have over here at Laguna Blanca are the Black Striped Capuchins. In the 400 hectares of Atlantic forest here there is only two groups of these monkeys remaining. The first group is composed of 8 individuals including the dominant male named "Chief", the grim and hostile sub-adult "Damion" and 5 other monkeys whose sex has not yet been determined, but includes a mother with a 4 month old infant on her back, which due to the unknown sex of the little mono, we have named "Bowie". The other group is composed of 2 lone males.

I'm going to quickly run you guys through the study that I'm doing. Don't worry it'll be quick. How quick? Very quick. Well, on with it. On with what?

It was a long night... 

I'll leave it at that...

So there is little known about these monkeys except that they do exist, they are scared of us (for now) and following them is seriously difficult.  My study is focusing on where their sleeping trees are located in 400 hectares of forest and whether the different fruiting trees in the vicinity have an effect on which sleeping trees they choose. So let me give you a breakdown of an average monkey scouting day.

Wake up at 5 am, drink instant coffee (a beverage I do not wish on my enemies) maybe have an egg and a piece of toast. Go out into the forest and try your luck wandering thick and overgrown trails around the areas that you last saw the monkeys. If you have ever played horseshoes and had a horseshoe thrown and wedged into your torso that doctors could not remove, than you might be lucky enough to stumble across their sleeping tree just like that, but this morning hunt is mostly just to get an idea of what region of the forest they're in.

After Lunch you go out again, whether you saw them in the morning or not. You keep trying to find them.

 At this point I have to tell you guys the 3 rules of monkey hunting in the Atlantic forest.

1. Watch every place you plant your foot.

Coral snakes, vipers, rattlesnakes really like basking on open trails at dawn and would really     hate for you to plant your new hiking boot treads on their scales. You wouldn't be a fan of this either; Venom is not pleasant. The coral snake has no anti-venom and 80% of those who get nabbed, die. Luckily for us, they are small and can only really get their teeth around a finger or a toe, so if you ever play  rock paper scissors with a coral snake, always choose rock.

2. Bring a machete or a stick.

Machete's are obviously useful if the trails are overgrown, but if you're walking trails you know are cleared a simple stick becomes your best friend. As you walk through tight trails you don't see the thinly spun webs of lies all along this trail and it is utterly unpleasant to walk into these webs, have them stick to your face and hair, at the same time wonder how big the spider was that made the web, whether it is now inhabiting your being, asking yourself why you're here and why you didn't bring a stick with you to wave in front of your face as you walk. All after an astonishingly bad cup of instant coffee.

3. You'll hear them before you see them.

These monkeys are really elusive and you will hear them crashing through the branches overhead before you see them. This means that dead falling branches, large birds, and the wind will get your hopes up more than once.

Coming back to the hunt itself, if you don't see the monkeys in the afternoon before sundown you're probably not going to find them at night, which is when you NEED to find them for this study. If you do find the monkeys in the afternoon you try to stay with them, which is difficult because they can move through trees a lot quicker than you can as you're watching for snakes and trying to keep up. If all goes well you will know the general area where they have decided to call it a night. You then go home and eat some empanadas.

After dinner is when the real hunt begins. You go back to the area in the dark of the night with a head torch and a flashlight and extra batteries. Sometimes these regions are quite far into the forest so there is lots of time for you to creep yourself out with your own thoughts and think that a jaguar is stalking you and what you would use to defend yourself against a jaguar and then you finally come to the conclusion that there are no jaguars in this forest and then you convince yourself to agree with this conclusion. And then a forest pigeon jumps out from a bush 3 feet away from you spewing its "pru pru pru" into the air as you, just for a moment but quite literally, die.

Last week, "The Shark", a dutch bird watching friend of mine and I went for one of these night hunts knowing approximately the region where the monkeys had settled for the night.  After 30 minutes in the forest we came across one of their sleeping trees and stayed with them for awhile just watching them as they swung, climbed and chirped at us. They didn't like that we were shining our lights on them, so we didn't stay long. Before we left, we heard small objects falling into the bushes around us. On further inspection, it became clear that a fecal war had just begun. For a moment we contemplated using similar tactics, but thought better of it and retreated.

The next morning me and primatologist Becca (insert photo cred here) returned to the tree before dawn and experienced similar fecal warfare. We did however, manage to capture some pretty sweet shots (of the photographic kind).

Leap of Faith out of the sleeping tree

Mama with her youngin "Bowie" goin for a leap

Damion the sub-adult who is not one of our biggest fans - He initiates the fecal warfare

Mono

When they run away from us, they use a decoy to distract us, while the rest make a getaway - Smart little guys will also lead you in a circle to tire you out

That's all the monkey business for this week. I'll Keep you posted for when the shit hits the man.

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