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...
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.
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.
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.
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).
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 |