The freeing of animals from captivity

Mar 28, 2016 Letters

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Dear Editor,
One day I went to the market and bought a nice hand of eight sweet figs. Like always I placed them in a fruit bowl on the kitchen table. When Kamla, our helper, came into the kitchen she saw the bananas leaving through the kitchen door in the hands of a monkey walking on his two hind legs.
The monkey jumped from the 2nd story porch to the coconut tree and made himself comfortable between the base of two palm branches. His much smaller partner looked at the bananas and edged expectantly closer.
The male singlehandedly ate six of the bananas giving his “partner” only the skins; but he could not finish the last two. When he stood up the female reached out her hand but the male took the remaining two bananas and placed them in a small pocket between the branches, covered them with leaves and sat down upon them. After a few minutes he stood up and extracted the last two bananas and devoured them. From that day on the male was called Bully and the female Baby.
Although we had fallen in love with Bully we felt sorry for Baby and devised a system to ensure she got her share of the fruit. We had a young man (Leon) climb one of the coconut trees in the vacant lot and hang a small pulley around the trunk about fifteen feet high. We hung another pulley from the 2nd floor porch at the same height and ran a line between the two with each end of the rope attached to a small plastic bucket.
We would put fruit in the bucket and pull on the line until the fruit reached the coconut tree. Baby proved to be the brighter of the two and was the 1st to learn how to extract fruit from the bucket. Once Bully saw Baby removing fruit he took control and dominated the fruit bucket thereafter. While Bully was busy with the bucket we fed Baby on the porch.
Bully then decided he was losing out and tried to control both the fruit bucket and the fruit on the porch railing. He would sit in the top of the coconut tree midway between the two feeding points and threaten Baby with sounds. Baby would let Bully make the first move. He would usually jump to the porch railing, grab the fruit and then rapidly climb to the top of the first coconut tree.
From there he would launch himself flying 20 feet through the air. He would catch the end of a coconut branch and his weight would carry him in an ark towards the trunk of the tree where he would reach the fruit bucket in a matter of a couple of seconds. Sometimes he would get there before Baby but more often than not he would find an empty bucket with Baby sitting in the almond tree peeling bananas.
If we stopped the fruit bucket halfway to the trunk of the coconut tree Bully would jump to the end of a coconut branch and hang from his third leg (his tail) while he extracted fruit from the bucket with both arms. Over time as Bully put on weight his leaps got shorter and his time slower.
Towards the end of 2015 we learned that Baby was not really a baby. I discovered that by watching them hunt, gather and frolic in their miniature forest in the middle of Queenstown. They began to spend more time together, forming a much tighter bond. When they were thirsty in the early morning they would go to a flowering tree, pick the pink flowers, roll them with their tiny hands and squeeze the dew into their mouths.
Once Bully picked a young coconut, hit the top against the trunk, used his fingernails to open the top, drank the water like a thirsty man and pulled the jelly out through the hole with his long fingers. After feeding they would usually curl up in their favorite coconut tree and take turns picking fleas from one another.
After a time we noted they were becoming more intimate and started to act more like young teenage lovers. We began to imagine Bully, Baby and a young “real capuchin baby” jumping limb to limb and tree to tree.  Although that was a nice dream I knew it would never happen because civilization continued to encroach upon the limited Queenstown forest.
Neighbors cut down more trees, making it difficult for the monkeys to continue their feeding circuit, so they tended to spend more time in the vacant lot south of the B&B. They began waking us up at 5:00 am by running over our roof, knowing full well that we didn’t serve breakfast until 7:00 am. We were forced to screen our doors and windows to keep them out of the house and they killed nine small palm trees in our garden in their search for palm heart, which they loved.
We delivered Bully, Baby and what looked like Baby’s twin sister (a stressed/frightened Capuchin rescued from a vendor around Stabroek Market Area) to Variety Woods and Greenheart Ltd on the evening of January 23rd 2016. By the afternoon of January 24th, 2016 all three monkeys were released in their reserve far, far away from danger. The dream we now have is to visit the biodiversity area someday and hopefully see Bully and his own tribe of little Bully’s and Baby’s jumping tree-to-tree and limb-to- limb in their own private reserve. Thank you VARIETY WOOD AND GREEN HEART LTD FOR CREATING A BIODIVERSITY RESERVE. Thank you Georgetown Zoo for coming to our assistance.
Editor: we plea with the public:
1. Don’t bring wildlife to Georgetown.
2. Don’t cut down the few trees remaining in Georgetown/Queenstown.
3. When you see animals suffering, do something to improve their lives.
4. Do not buy wildlife or trade in wildlife; they should be considered National Treasures and should be protected by us all.
Syeada Manbodh

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