Earlier this year I wrote a post featuring one of last spring’s arrivals in our area. Now spring is back and with the rain slowing down we are fast-moving into an African summer. Making the most of the sunshine the monkeys have shaken out their bedraggled coats, emerging from their rainy hiding places in full force – up to their usual antics.
Opportunistic, mischievous, playful bundles of smelliness, they take ownership of the surrounds as if it were their right – which of course it is. And while we sit captive behind closed windows guarding our fruit and bread, we are at the same time captivated by their flying frolics and precious baby bundles.
It is no longer new knowledge that sharing of space and resources on our overdeveloped planet is a challenge that will need to be faced with commitment and understanding in the years to come, if our intention is to survive. As a rule though our capacity in this department has proven to be somewhat pathetic at best.
I heard recently of a large development, built on the outskirts of a major urban area, which had engaged with all the correct ‘Environmental Processes’. But for some reason no-one thought to give a thought to the monkeys that had lived there for years on end. Being territorial and with nowhere else to go, when the project finished up the troop was finally given a bit of attention, identified as ‘a problem’ hanging around the parking lot, lost and hungry. The result was to destroy them ‘for their own good’ – the best form of sharing that we humans could come up with.
So when I stomp about cleaning up monkey poo and curse over my just ripened and now ‘missing’ avocado pears I remind myself that the monkeys were here first and if they were to suddenly disappear, things wouldn’t be quite the same – at which point a cup of tea and a monkey viewing session on my cleaned up stoep become the order of the day.
Spring Monkeys: Chintsa November 2012