Images from the Park

The path to work everyday.

Me and my charges - Talia, a 6-year-old howler monkey, and Rumi, a several-month-old howler who is waiting to get strong enough to be released into the wild. Talia´s way of showing affection is to groom your hair. Rumi is the epitome of a lovable, attention-seeking monkey, often seeing how far he can leap from high places onto my head.



Two hands.

Rumi and I scoping out the wild howler monkeys in the trees above us.




The little howler is Carlita, whom I helped release into the wild where she was accepted by the troop of howlers.

Me, the littoral jungle gym for Rumi.



Lots of butterflies in the jungle, but they´re impossibly hard to photograph.

Talia, in the midst of grooming my hair.

The dominant male who is part of a troop of howler monkeys that travel through the park every few days. They´ve accepted Rumi as part of the troop, but Rumi´s not big enough to leave with them yet. He´s still working on the timing of his jumping.

Despite their cool colors and connection to Guinness, toucans are vicious and aggressive. They hop around in a funny little way and then whack at your feet with their bills.

Faustino, the house howler monkey

Herbie the Tapir. The biggest, most lovable animal. And when he sees you, he runs toward you and you can´t help think that he could very easily trample you.

Rumi and I.