A Stone's Throw

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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

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.


  • At 12:04 PM , Blogger R said...


    Where's a pic of the Jaguar?

  • At 12:50 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    "Granola Girls" ??? Please define.

    Mine ear know not of what you speak?

    - Patch

  • At 10:25 AM , Blogger Caleb said...

    they have this rule at the park that you cant take photos at the park for the first week and since that was when I got to work with Rupi, alas no photos.

    i thought about going back (long long walk into the jungle) and taking a pic, but then it'd just look like an animal in a cage. I dont like zoo pics much, so i figured i'd skip it.


    granola girls are those who because they're traveling, totally alter their dress and personality, usually seen wearing bandanas, baggy striped pants, scarves, often with dreaded hair and lip rings, commonly seen unwashed and greasy in the company of the rattiest dirtiest dude imagineable.

  • At 2:18 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Ahhh.... That is what I thought you would describe regarding granola girls.

    Careful, their breath contains the sorrowful odor of recently consumed man-souls.


  • At 10:06 AM , Blogger Kim said...

    I love the pictures of you and the monkeys--they're adorable.

  • At 11:25 AM , Blogger Jamie Y. said...

    It has been a long time...

    I have spent the last hour completely immersed.

    I am amazed at your adventures - the photos of Rupi are adorable, there are not many people who can say they walked a Jaguar...simply incredible.

    Thank you for sharing. Please travel safe.

    Take care,

  • At 12:29 PM , Anonymous Jamie said...

    Jealous is the best possible description I can come up with... :) Now perhaps my obsession with 800 lb sea lions is not so extraordinary! hahaha


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