It’s been a few days now, but something very strange was going on with the monkeys around here. For three days, there was increased screeching, growling and snarling. Screaming, actually. I always hear them when I’m sitting in my study, working on my blog; I usually just ignore them. But during those three days, the screeching would last so long that I had to get up and see what was going on. Outside the window, on the rooftops across the alley, I’d see tons of spectators, various sizes and shades of brown, some with red butts shining, all looking in the same direction, watching. Always from a distance. Usually there were three to four large males right in the center of things, and depending on the timing of my view, I might see someone scampering away. Had this one been chased off? Was he just a scardy cat? Afraid of all that noise? It was hard to know.
Their routine seemed altered as I passed them on the ground, on the way out to buy groceries or grab a meal. More were hanging in the garage, in the yard at times when they weren’t usually around.
And there was that one night, where I heard such awful sounds that I awoke from my sleep. At first I thought it was a human in trouble, in the corridor just outside our door. Going into the kitchen, looking out the window, whoa!!!!! There on the ledge a few feet away were six of them. What looked like two were huddled together; they appeared to be sleeping. I later learned there was a baby tucked in between. The others, one baby and three adults, all looking to the left down the corridor. I then saw a brown blob on the inside ledge, four or five huddled together. A quick look through the peephole in the door: more monkeys. Back in the kitchen there was the loudest of screeching and four monkeys shot into my view; scurrying up the pipes, an obvious attempt to get away from something. Fast. They held on to the pipes and looked down below. I heard sounds I’d never heard before; I wish I could describe them better than to just say they were pitiful.
The screeching would come and go. It went on for a couple of hours; I finally went back to bed.
I’ve been awake in the middle of the night more often than not and have never seen monkeys outside the kitchen window, on the corridor ledges, sleeping in the building. On the fourth day, it all stopped. They still screech and fight but not almost continuously and with such vigor. I never learned what was up. Was a rabid one in the group? A new boy in town? A changing of who’s in charge? I searched online and did read that males move from troop to troop so perhaps it was about a new boy in town. I also read the rhesus is the most aggressive of all the primates. That’s really great to know. I’m just glad it’s done. At least for now. I did have the blessing of one observation, learned something new from that. Two adults would put a baby between them, then cuddle together, holding on to each other, chest to chest. Very sweet, indeed.