HOWL
Met some of the nice folks at the Belize Wildlife & Referral Clinic the other day.
They do great work at the clinic restoring suffering birds and other exotic wildlife.
They saved the hand of this baby Howler Monkey . . . .
Around 6 on most any evening I can walk behind my house to the river, sit on a limestone rock with my feet in the water and watch the howler monkeys swing through jungle trees on the other side of the stream. Actually I don’t always see them but it’s a trip to watch the trees shaking around when they come swinging.
I’m told that when the rainy season is over and Belize turns dry I shouldn’t be surprised if I see one drinking and splashing around in the stream a bit. They’ve been known to thrown things–rocks, coconuts and stuff–at people they don’t like for whatever reason.
WE never had nothin’ like THAT back on the farm.
My brother stayed in Africa for a few weeks years back and the monkeys didn’t like one of the guys on the trip. They threw things at him every time they saw him. The guys even dressed him in an elaborate disguise as a native woman and they still chucked things at him (:
Damn.
So much for my plan to disguise myself as a native Belizean woman if they chunk rocks at me.
Should have packed my Dallas Cowboys helmet.
You would do better with a Houston Texans helmet .