Story about monkeys by Carole Ten Brink, who was in Mussoorie last summer.




I loved watching all the monkeys that live around Landour Bazaar.  Did
I ever tell you?   ....that one morning I witnessed an incident when one of
the juvenile Rhesus monkeys had just elecrocuted himself and fallen into
the road way.  All the monkeys got very agitated and gathered in the play yard.
   Meanwhile people gathered around too; their mood was so interesting.
It didn't feel like gawking so much, but more like showing their sorrow and
holding a wide space around the area.  So I joined them.  Soon a big
(alpha)
monkey came out of the agitated bunch to pick up the dead baby (?, he was
really quite small) and bring him and lay him at the feet of a female.  She
just gazed at the small lifeless body for awhile, and then began to pull up
a leg and then an arm, etc., as if to see if he were still alive.  During
this period all the monkeys grew very still, stopping their agitated  leaping
around.  Now, we were all standing quietly, mourning, people and monkeys together.
   I came half way up to the play yard fence to take a photo...trying to
be careful not to get too close.  Then some children ran by, burst right up to
the fence for a good look, and immediately several big, male monkeys
furiously chased them away.  The kids had to run really fast to escape.
The  most amazing part of the whole experience was the palpable feeling of
sadness running between monkeys and humans.   Finally an ? alpha monkey  came
up and snatched the dead baby from the mother and carried it off to behind  a
nearby building.  Then, slowly, the monkeys began to disapate.  The
'funeral' was over.  But I felt so bad for the mother.  She still just sat
there looking so forlorn.  Then, people too began to wander off to their
morning's activities, but to me it looked like we all carried with us some
real sorrow for the mother's loss.
   Tenzing told me later that sometimes a grieving monkey-mother will
carry
the dead body of her offspring around for days after it dies, as if unable
to accept that it won't revive again.

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