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ARCAS Part 5 (or) Monkey Business

Saturday, October 13th, 2007

Oh the poo. The smell, the colors. I could paint with this stuff if it wasn’t so stinky.

06:45am. As many nights before, we spent the last night playing “Asshole” – a European card game, while the Germans, who now are the dominating nation between the volunteers, chose to ditch the rest of us and play “Yaniv” – an Israeli card game we taught them the night before. So now I drag my sleepy self out of bed and into foul-smelling work clothes, shove lenses into my tired eyes, and leave the volunteer dorm-rooms towards the Quarantine. If passing by the young loro cage is not going to give me the awakening jolt that I need (or deafen me permanently), the juvenile Spider Monkeys will.

We really are not supposed to interact too much with the animals. It’s detrimental to their successful return to the wild, and we are pretty much supposed to ignore them. Now, that being said, how exactly am I expected to ignore something jumping on my head? Ha?! How about my broom being stolen from underneath my nose by a swift wave of a tail, and the thief climbing with it up a six meter wall? Or wait, here, here is my favorite one of all. How about bouncing on my cage mate’s back, as she bends down for the water hose, sending the stream of cold water straight for my behind?! I bet they actually do understand what they are doing, and I think they think it’s mighty funny too.

The juveniles are the only Spider-Monkey cage we are allowed to enter. These rascals have not yet reached their sexual maturity, and so are not aggressive enough too actually, let’s say, seriously hurt a volunteer. Chances are you will end up with poo on your shirt from one of them trying to catch a piggyback ride, but that’s as far as it might go.

( … but not before the bastards killed a female to get her baby, and traumatized a juvenile to such an extent … )

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ARCAS Part 4 (or) Green

Thursday, October 11th, 2007

Green is my favorite color. See me walking on the streets of Guatemala today, and you will most likely notice me wearing my bottle-green pants (held up by grass-green belt), lime-green shirt, and swamp-green hat and hiking-boots. It is all part of my repertoire, and this very limited wardrobe, padded only by few more (non green) items, has grown on me with its limitations (I miss my closet), but has also liberated me (What closet? I finally don’t have to break my head deciding what to wear! Woo-hooo!), just as this trip has thrust all green and slimy on this earth into my hands with the words: “Love it, or leave it!”

I’ve chosen love. Be it small and slimy falling on my head like the Tree Frog or monstrous and warty-growths covered toads from the compost area – bring them all on! Just to think, if I’ve chosen otherwise, I wouldn’t had the chance to feed Baby Crocodiles, prying their long jaws full of tiny razor-sharp teeth with my nail and shoving drop-sized pieces of raw chicken down their throats. (I was not being a bully. This is the only way to make them swallow.)

( Feeding Baby Croc )

On our day-before-last in ARCAS the project received an addition. Nobody I asked was sure exactly where from, but a two meter crocodile with half its tail missing has arrived to Quarantine, his massive jaws bound together with white tape and his body tied with rope. I have never seen a Crocodile this size that close up. The few minutes others deliberated on where to put it, I spent on my stomach, crawling around the reptile examining every green scale with great admiration.

( Close-Up )

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ARCAS Part 3 (or) Kinkajou – I choose You!

Wednesday, October 10th, 2007

I am a cliché. Out of all the crawly-cutie-fuzzy-wuzzys I chose the softest and most adorable of all – I am in love with Kinkajou! I never even knew such an animal existed. You could say it is a sort of cross between a monkey and a bear, but it’s so much more. Much softer then any monkey that I have touched, and as for bears… Guess I should consider myself lucky never being touched by a bear yet.

the Kinkajou and I

This Kinkajou was brought to ARCAS by people that bought him from traffickers on the border of Guatemala and Mexico (if I remember correctly), and right now it is young enough to be handled, but soon it will reach sexual maturity and will become quite aggressive. In retrospect, this is actually for the better. This way his contact with grabby humans (such as myself) will be limited, and it will remain wild enough to be returned back into the jungle.

I couldn’t remember some of the names of the animals we encountered in ARCAS, so I turned to Wikipedia. It turns out, Kinkajou is in fact a Raccoon! Well at least from the same family, which is Procyonidae (raccoons), just like the Pizote (see under the cut) which ARCAS had three of: Adult male, female, and a juvenile. A perfect little family, only that the “father” was extremely aggressive. Wile the adult female was very friendly and climbed the walls of her cage for the passers by to scratch behind her ear, the male bit anybody he got a chance to. Wendy – a girl from the States who left the project a day after we arrived, entered the Pizote’s cage (not knowing that this cage was off limits) for one last photo, and got bitten so badly her wound wouldn’t stop bleeding hours after the incident. I and Tiffany (a former nurse from the States) had to pressure-bandage her that evening with our own supplies.

Speaking of aggressive, all the animals mentioned above are from the same Suborder: Caniformia (the Order being: Carnivora (carnivores)), and the most hostile of which, at least in ARCAS, I found were members of the Mustelidae (mustelids) family – the Tayras. Seemingly harmless at first, they would be the animal I would least like meeting in the jungle. Give me a full-grown Jaguar over two of these any time. At first, I couldn’t understand why their cage was off-limits for the volunteers at the first place. To me they just looked like magnificent weasels with their coffee-colored bodies, and beige heads. They looked like something my Kinkajou cold grow into, but after Alejandro (our twenty-four-year old ARCAS vet) has let me join-in on one of the feedings, and I almost lost a hand trying to feed a banana to one of them, all the gentle feelings I had towards the Tayras have dissipated.

Tayra

( Pizote )
( Raccoon )
( Jaguar )
( Margay – The only Feline in ARCAS whose cage we were allowed in. )
( Ocelot )

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Howler Monkey

Tuesday, October 9th, 2007

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ARCAS Part 2 – Birds

Monday, October 8th, 2007

Hitchcock had it right – Birds are mean. You’d come to that conclusion pretty quickly too, if only you had to spend your whole day navigating in a cage with dozens of screaming Green Parakeets that aim their hooky beaks at your fingertips and hungry Toucans that mistake your head for a ripe mango. In fact, it is not as much as they are mistaking it, and more like trying it out for firmness and breakability. Toucans are carnivores; besides the occasional fruit, their favorite dish in the jungle is other birds’ eggs left unattended. Here, in ARCAS, soy is part of their diet, and when they tire of that – dog biscuits. Their beak is virtually weightless, but hard and sharp with serrated edges. A pretty bird, no argument there, but a vicious one as well.

( An operation to splint a Toucan’s broken leg )

These big guys everybody around here calls Turkeys. Their real name is Curassow, but volunteers don’t like them, and it’s a shame, but I love their hunchbacked yellow noses. They are big and annoying, I get it. And it doesn’t make it better that they are always in the same cage as the Chachalaca which is a smaller brown bird that for some reason finds nothing better to do but to land on the head of the person cleaning, or bringing the food, and check if by any chance they might have something to eat in their ears, eyes, and nose.

( A few more Curassows and a Chachalacas )

Birds are mean, but people are meaner. My neighbor in Brooklyn had a parakeet, and I haven’t once before thought about how that sweet old lady might come by this bird. Parakeets come to ARCAS by the dozens, and if they are young enough to rehabilitate, the process is long and painful. First thing poachers do to parakeets when they catch them is to trim their wings so they can’t fly. That is before they put them in small boxes and ship them to their destinations, to which only one out of eight arrive alive. To the poachers, the deal might seem well worth it. On the black market a Guacamaya (Scarlet Macaw) is worth $5,000 or more.

In rehabilitation the idea is to give a fair chance to every bird, and this means helping them grow back their feathers. It sounds like all a recovering bird would need is some food and maybe R&R, right? Wrong. In order for the wing feathers to be grown out equally, an ARCAS vet must pluck out every harmed feather from the juvenile loro’s wings so it would have any chance of flying high ever again. The younger the loro, the more difficult is the process. Up until a certain age a loro’s feathers are directly connected to some of its veins, and plucking those feathers would result in it dieing from blood loss.

( Autopsy of a green loro that died from gastric obstruction )

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ARCAS

Sunday, October 7th, 2007

Even though we managed to make it to the Mexican border and back, GreenGo was in no shape for further long time excursions. Even as we drove back, the little red light of the generator kept coming on, and, though I personally could not understand what the whole big fuss is about, the look on Shurik’s face meant this carriage ain’t going nowhere until it is properly (painfully and extensively) fixed.

This, yet another, turn for the worse also meant saying goodbye to the guys. Sad, but true, they could not afford wasting any more time watching Shurik’s bottom half sticking out of the engine compartment, and we had to part ways. We totally understood. I would have dumped us even sooner. Saying goodbye, though, broke my heart a little.

And so, what now? Shurik still wanted to “dig around” a bit in GreenGo, so we couldn’t go far. I tried to find myself a couch and some bonbons, but instead we found an ad on a bulletin board in Los Amigos hostel that spoke about volunteering in ARCAS – an animal rescue center only a short boat ride away where the Guatemalan government sends all animals it tears out of the greedy claws of poachers to be patched up, rehabilitated, and, hopefully, released back into the wild.

Baby spider-monkey catching the rainbow on Shurik’s Pink Floyd T-shirt