In today’s post, I am going to explore how is the life of a small baby monkey of black-capped capuchin …
I’m what humans called a black-capped capuchin, a medium-size, an agile and smart monkey living in a forest of Colombia. My life started on a windy afternoon at the beginning of the rainy season. My mom was hiding in a very high tree cover by lots of vines around us, it was a bit dark when I get out. My mom takes me from the middle of her legs and cleans me with her tongue. Once I was clean she put me in her back close to her neck, where I can hang very tight to her fur and put my tail around her arm. I’m small with a pink, wrinkled face and a tiny body very close to my mom’s back.
In the first weeks of my life, I spend them in my mother’s back very close to her neck and slowing moving towards the lower part of her back. My days pass as I drink milk from my mom’s armpit and sleep in her back most of the day. She continuously moves around and other females and juveniles some times came close to us to rest and eat. There is another baby a bit bigger than me, whose mom is always close to us. We sniff at each other when our moms rest very close at noon.
Two months had passed since I born and now I move around in my mom’s back when she is not moving, sometimes I even explore a bit farther when she is resting, walking, and jumping in the nearby branches. I usually play with the other baby. We jump, run, and bite each other, sometimes we roll all over, especially when we are on the ground and our moms are catching insects.
I had four months now, I still move on my mother’s back, but sometimes she starts moving ahead and I have to cry so she remembers that I’m still here and need to be carried by her. I started to try some of the fruits and insects my mom is eating, I like to bite leaves and branches and try to catch insect flying around us. Most of the time I spend exploring and playing with the other baby and juveniles. My legs are skinny and not always strong enough to carry me. I’m clumsy. My face is less pink now but still covered in wrinkles.
Now I have six months, my face is clear and has fewer wrinkles than before. I move alone except in some places where the branches are so apart from each other that I’m scared to jump. My mom helps me in those places, she let me climb on her back, and I cross with her, but she always wants me to go alone again and we fight, she bites me. I eat on my own now, but some times I also drink milk from my mom. I eat almost everything I can catch and sometimes steal some insects from my mom’s hand. Most of the time I’m playing, jumping, and running with the other baby and juveniles, we love to chase each others, sometimes when the squirrel monkeys are around, we also play with them, to chase each other and jump. I’m a healthy six-month baby of black-capped capuchin.
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In today’s post, I am going to explore how is the life of a small baby monkey of a dusky titi monkey…
I’m what humans called a dusky titi monkey, a small fluffy monkey living in a forest of Colombia. My life started a windy night of the dry season. My mom was hiding in a very dense shrub with lots of vines around us, it was a bit dark when I get out. My mom takes me from the middle of her legs and clean me with her tongue. Once I was clean she put me in father’s back close to his neck, where I can hang very tight to his fur and put my tail around his arm. I’m very small and my father’s fur hides me because my tiny body is always very close to my dad’s neck.
The first weeks of my life I spend them in my father’s neck and only got o my mom when she feeds me. My dad takes care of me, cleans my fur, keeps me warm, and takes me with him, everywhere. My mom came close and sleep close to as every night. She also cleans my fur and gives me my milk every time I ask her. My days pass as I drink milk from my mom’s armpit and sleep in my dad’s back most of the day. There are no other babies in the group, but I have another brother that sometimes clean my fur and play with me when our parents are restin..
Two months had passed since I born and now I move around in my dad’s back when he is not moving, sometimes I even explore a bit farther when he is resting, walkin,g and jumping in the nearby branches. I usually play with my bother. We jump, ru,n and bite each other.
I had four months now, I still move on my dad’s back, but sometimes hestartst moving ahead and I have to cry so heremembersr that I’m still here and need to be carried by him. Sometimes I can also climb in my brothers back but not too often, he doesn’t like it much. I started to try some of the fruits my dad is eating, I like to bite everything but it doesn’t always taste nice. Most ofthey time I spend exploring and playing with my brother. My mom stillgivese me milk from time to time. My legs are skinny and not always strong enough to carry me. I’m clumsy…
Now I have six months, I move alone except in some places where the branches are so apar from each other, and I’m scared to jump. My dad helps me on those places, he let me climb on his back and I cross with him, but then he always wants me to go alone again, and we fight, he bites me. I eat on my own now, but some times I also drink milk from my mom. I eat almost everything I can catch and sometimes steal some insects and fruits from my dad’s hand. Most of the time I’m playing, jumping and running with my brother.
We sleep all together in the same branch and my parents, brother and I,  all intertwine our tails together, this makes us feel together overnight and keep us warm, and together. I’m a healthy six-month baby of dusky titi monkey.
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IIn today’s post, I am going to explore how is the life of a small baby monkey of Red howler monkey…
I’m what humans called a red howler monkey, a large reddish monkey living in a fragmented forest of Colombia. My life started in the early morning of the first days of the rainy season. My mom was is a high wide branch of a fig tree a bit separated from other females of the group when I get out. My mom takes me from the middle of her legs and cleanses me with her tongue, she eats my placenta and cleans me carefully. Once I was clean she put me in her belly close to her armpit, where I can hang very tight to her fur and put my tail around her arm. I had my eyes closed most of the time and I’m very tiny compared with my mom’s body.
The first weeks of my life I spend them in my mother’s belly or armpit and slowing moving towards the lower part of her back, close to her tail. My days pass as I drink milk from my mom’s armpit and sleep while she keeps moving around. She continuously moves around and other females and member of the groups come close to sniff me and sometimes try to grab me for a better look, but my mom never let them get me too long. There are another baby bigger than me, which mom is always close to mine, some times he came and try to play with me, but I’m too small to play.
Two months had passed since I born and now I move around in my mom’s back when she is resting, sometimes I even explore a bit farther, walking and jumping in the nearby branches. I started to play with the other baby. We jump, run, and bite each other, sometimes hanging from our tail only. My tail is like another limb for me and it seems to be as strong as my arms and legs. A couple of times we play close to the big male and he even let us pull his tail, I’m not sure if he is my dad but he is always near to my mom and my the other baby mom and seems to tolerate us when we are playing…until we get to noise for him and he just more to a farther branch.
I had four months now, I still move on my mother’s back, but sometimes she starts moving ahead and I have to cry so she remembers that I’m still here and need to be carried by her. I started to try some of the fruits and leaves my mom is eating, I like to bite leaves everything from her mouth. Most of the time I spend exploring and playing with the other baby and a male juvenile had joined us. My legs are skinny and not always strong enough to carry me. I’m clumsy.
I started to move between some close trees or branches in the same tree but sometimes they are very far from each other and when I cry, my mom, uses a part of her body to make a bridge so I can cross on my own…
Now I have six months, I still move on my mom’s back when the group is moving very fast but sometimes I move alone. I try to use branches that are close to each other making an easy path but, now my mom and sometimes other females and the juvenile in my group help me cross distant branches making bridges with their bodies so I can cross those gaps. Mostly is my mom and sometimes she also let me just cross until I get to her back and she carry me the rest of the time. I eat on my own now, but some times I also drink milk from my mom. I eat almost everything I can reach and sometimes I steal some fruits from my mom’s hand. Most of the time I’m playing, jumping, and running with the other baby and juvenile, we love to hang from our tails and bite to each other.
I’m now eight months old, I move and eat alone all the time, my mom doesn’t make any more bridges for me to cross any gaps between branches I just have to figure out were to go that is easier for me to cross. I still spend lots of time playing with the other baby and juvenile, but now we are all bigger. We still love to play to hang with our tails and bite each other. We also love to chase each other when our moms are resting. Our father and the other male tolerate us but always move to a quieter branch when we get too noisy playing. We sometimes join our parents when they howl against another group.
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In today’s post, I am going to explore how is the life of a small baby monkey Colombian squirrel monkey…
I’m what humans called a Colombian squirrel monkey, a small, very agile monkey living in a forest of Colombia. My life started when on a windy afternoon of the dry season. My mom was hiding in a very dense shrub with lots of vines around us, it was a bit dark when I get out. My mom takes me from the middle of her legs and cleanse me with her tongue. Once I was clean she put me in her back close to her neck, where I can hang very tight to her fur and put my tail around her arm. I had a big head and my tiny body is always very close to my mom’s back.
In the first weeks of my life, I spend most of the time in my mother’s back very close to her neck and slowly moving towards the lower part of her back. My days pass as I drink milk from my mom’s armpit and sleep in her back most of the day. She continuously moves around and other females and new babies some times came close to us to rest and eat. I had a brother who sniffs my body and tries to drink milk from my mom from time to time, but she always pulls him away.
Two months had passed since I born and now I move around in my mom’s back when she is not moving, sometimes I even explore a bit farther when she is resting, walking, and jumping in the nearby branches. I usually play with other babies from my age and some others a bit bigger than me. We jump, run, and bite each other, sometimes we roll all over, especially when we are on the ground and our moms are catching insects.
I had four months now, I still move on my mother’s back, but sometimes she starts moving ahead and I have to cry so she remembers that I’m still here and need to be carried by her. I started to try some of the fruits my mom is eating, I like to bite leaves and branches but it doesn’t taste nice. Most of the time I spend exploring and playing with other babies and juveniles. My legs are skinny and not always strong enough to carry me. I’m clumsy.
Now I have six months, I move alone except in some places where the branches are so apart from that I’m scared to jump. My mom helps me in those places, she let me climb on her back and I cross with her, but then she always wants me to go alone again and we fight, she bites me. I eat on my own now, but some times I also drink milk from my mom. I eat almost everything I can catch and sometimes steal some insects and fruits from my mom’s hand. Most of the time I’m playing, jumping and running with all the other babies and juveniles, we are so many, sometimes we make teams and pursue each other.
When it rains my mom always covers me and shares her warm. During heavy rains, all moms and babies get together forming a ball of fur with all of us, babies in the middle so we don’t get too wet and cold. I’m a healthy six-month baby of the Colombian squirrel monkey.
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