I have mentioned our neighbors before.
Living under the tropical canopy across the street
the animals of the Honolulu Zoo
have been entertaining us for the last 3 months.
Every morning at approximately 9:20
there arises from the treetops a racket of
calls and howls.
Scott and I had several theories:
it was feeding time,
it was time they came out of their enclosures,
it was communication between animals.
Last week we finally made it over to the zoo
early enough to find out
what all the fuss was about.
This is what we saw and heard:
After asking a few questions
we learned that
this Mom and Dad spend about 20 minutes
every morning protecting their baby by
verbally warning off any predators.
If you look closely, their heads are turned largely
to the left:
location of the spider monkey enclosure.
Evil spider monkeys.
They largely ignore the presence of their
closest neighbors, the lemurs.
I bet the gibbons refer to them as the lame lemurs.
But only between themselves.
So there it is. We lock doors at night,
hold hands when crossing the street,
put sunscreen on tender skin
and buckle their car seats tightly.
And the gibbons scream, howl, and swing.
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