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Dear Friends of the Orangutan,

Several weeks ago, I promised a second installment of

my update from Nyaru Menteng Orangutan Reintroduction

Project in Borneo. Unfortunately, my laptop crashed

before I could make a backup of that update, and I am

only just now catching up with everything!

What follows is gleaned from my personal notes, and

there are some gaps (when I didn’t write for one

reason or another), but I hope it will give you a

little further insight into the everyday life at the

project.

 

I believe I left off on or about New Year’s Day.

 

3 January 2005

 

Most of what I have written so far has been written

directly on the laptop for the school-children’s

e-journal. That takes a fair amount of time and my

personal notes suffer as a result.

Today was my first day off quarantine, and I spent the

day in the forest with Bahawan. As soon as I put him

down he went straight for the forest, the same spot as

yesterday, thick with undergrowth and a perfect place

plant oneself. I put up my hammock and watched him

explore his world, or at least that part of it which

was within arm’s reach, for a couple of hours. I

looked away for a moment or two to watch some work

being done on the baby house, and when I looked back

he was gone. I really didn’t think he could have gone

far, but the forest floor was dense. I spent half an

hour searching for him and calling his name,

occasionally looking up to see if he had actually

decided to climb a tree. I finally found him deep in

the darkness on the forest floor, about 20 metres from

his previous location, and here he was lying back and

peacefully exploring THIS world within arm’s reach. He

just looked up at me and gave a little squeak, as if

to say, “yeah, thought I’d come here for awhile- isn’t

a problem, is it?”

I let Bahawan stay there for another hour or so, as I

beat off the mosquitos threatening to carry me away,

then decided to move him to a slightly more

inhabitable spot-say by my hammock and water bottle?

As I carried him, Bahawan would reach out for branches

to try to stop us, and I eventually gave in and left

him on a branch he had grasped. A bit surprised that

I had deposited him there, he awkwardly climbed down

and began his exploration thing. Some time later, we

made a move again to a more open spot, where there was

a narrow tree bent in a perfect upside-down U-shape.

I hung him there…and there he stayed, not sure what to

do next. Finally, it occurred to him to pull his feet

up too for better grip, and so carefully make his way,

upside down, along the branch to the floor.

I climbed a huge, ridiculously bendy liana and perched

myself about 5 metres up, hoping to coax Bahawan or at

least provide a model of normal orangutan behaviour.

He looked at me as if I was mad. Jolan appeared with

some fruit, and for this, Bahawan actually ventured

out of his hiding place to get the food, although he

took an unexplainably long way round. I went to eat my

lunch while Jolan babysat, and came back with some

milk and juice (as well as my backpack and hammock

which had been abandoned so many hours before!)

Bahawan had eaten almost all of what Jolan had

brought. He drank about 200 ml of the milk and a sip

of the juice. To join him, I took a long swig of my

water and found it full of dead ants. Knowing that

orangutans don’t mind ants in their water quite as

much as I did, I offered him mine. He drank the lot

(about 600ml)! Such a change in appetite is such a

promising sign!

After some time to digest, Bahawan actually took it

upon himself to climb the U shaped tree! He got about

1.5 metres up, on the apex of the bend, where he sat

and steadied himself by clutching (for dear life) an

upright tree that grew centimeters away. Offered a

fruit he didn’t dare let go. He stayed in this

position for a long while, interrupted only by his

need to defecate, which appeared to be the purpose of

the climb, because once this difficult task was

completed, he was ready to descend again.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t quite sure how to do this. He

was too unsteady to walk along the top of the tree

like a monkey, so he managed to get himself hanging

upside down by all fours. But at this point, he

forgot what to do next. He hung and hung, and then his

grip started to loosen. Like someone hanging onto the

edge of the cliff, it was nearing the moment when one

would plummet (in this case all of 1.5 meters). I

couldn’t let that happen, so I gathered him in my arms

and deposited him safely on the floor again.

Another bout of reclined forest floor exploration

ensued as I relaxed in my hammock, some metres away.

Bahawan made his way over the tangle of roots to me

and touched my hand, letting out a squeak. It was a

huge move for him. I stroked his head and back until

he went to sleep. I would doze off and he’d wake me

by putting my hand back in its rightful place on his

head. Life was grand. When we both woke up, I tried to

palce him in my hammock beside me, but he wasn’t ready

for THAT level of intimacy yet.

On the walk home, Bahawan held on tightly to me for

the first time (with his hands but still not his

feet). I gave him a box in his cage, which he threw

out, as well as his leaves, but a towel he happily

took. He ate a cucumber and drank another 400 ml of

milk. He crawled into his nesting basket and

immediately fell asleep with his towel, and I imagine

with that pleasant feeling of exhaustion after a

physically demanding day.

 

I was excited to reacquaint myself with some of the

orangutans from Baby School: Sumo, Nabima, Martizen,

etc. However, at three years old or so, they aren’t

babies anymore. They are huge, strong and extremely

rambunctious. I think I was beaten up worse by this

group of orangutans than I have ever been before! In

the past, it was 1 or 2 biters, but today: Bim Bim,

Nabima, Sumo, Koko, Fito, Dancow and about a half

dozen others bit and thumped me relentlessly, and tore

my hair to bits. I am covered with welts and my hands

ache from the crushing bites. To be fair, some DIDN’T

bother me and only Kai was cuddly and sweet. Keke came

down to see me for a moment, but preferred to play. My

Martizen is scared of me. Holly gave me a sniff, but

she doesn’t know me anymore. Mickey was quite amiable.

Sumo went all in for the boots, as he always did, but

now he is so strong he’s nearly removing my foot with

the boot in one. I was exhausted and filthy by the end

of it all. I think it is time to leave these guys to

get on with their confident progress; they don’t need

so much attention as they once may have.

This evening is particularly noisy in the forest….

 

4th January 2005

A personally awful day, as I went to town early and

didn’t get back till after dark. When we got back I

went to look in on Bahawan. He was curled up in his

nesting basket and I whispered, “Selamat tidur, sayang

(good night, sweetheart)” and boy! Did he start to

talk! He came straight down to greet me and have a

chat and get stroked. I gave him a big shirt to curl

up in. He got back into his basket and went to sleep.

I felt guilty for not looking after him, but David

said he did well in the forest that day: he climbed a

tree and ate well.

In the evening, I went over to Lone’s. There are 20

small babies in the nursery, being looked after 24/7.

Missy is one month old and weighs 1.8 kg, and there

were other extremely tiny ones. One little guy was

straight into my arms and slept with his head on my

chest so comfortably. I met little Fio, the one who

looked dead in the photo. She looks great. Lykke is

the new Nabima, Lone’s special little girl (and star

of Growing Up Orangutan from Animal Planet). She

adores a toy I brought which was different sized

donuts which stack on a pole. She contentedly

dismantles it to play with the donuts, and gets cross

if you put it back together again after she has so

carefully taken it apart. She was awake the latest of

the lot. Every now and then, a head would pop up from

a basket, and then someone would sit up or get out of

their basket, usually making no noise at all. Get a

drink and go happily back to sleep. The most I heard

was a little squeak every now and then from the

littlest once, announcing they were hungry. It was

delightful and peaceful to be amongst them, but also

extremely heart-rending, to think of all their

personal tragedies and lost mothers in such young and

innocent lives.

 

5th January 2005

Today, it rained and it rained. Not the kind of

weather to endear an impressionable young Bahawan to

the joys of forest life. So I spent my time with him

in his cage, feeding him and stroking him and tickling

him. (I always remember Lone’s insistence that

tickling the orangutans everyday is standard

operational procedure, and is not to be overlooked).

He held my hand and inspected it for a long, long

time. He was quite fussy about his food today, and

ate only rambutan, mangosteen and mango ( my favourite

fruits as well). I gave him some twigs and leaves

which occupied him for awhile as he practiced his

next-making. This is a positive step after always

chucking out his branches as soon as they are

delivered.

 

When the babies came in from the forest, one little

guy walking out was screaming frantically, ran

straight up to me and buried himself in my arms. I

suppose he was just too tired and so wanted to be

carried home, so I obliged him. It made me think of

human toddlers getting cranky at the end of a day of

shopping and desperate to be carried. When we got to

their play area (a separate area near the info

centre), he still held tightly, as well as a few

others. I was told the little one in my arms was

Putih. These guys were all still sweet and gentle,

the way my now boisterous friends had once been. I

could easily stay with them. But the need for insect

repellent was great, and I felt I wanted to stay a bit

longer with Bahawan.

When Bahawan went to sleep, I fetched a hard ball that

makes mewing sounds that I bought yesterday. One

orangutan walked straight up to me and using his

hands, politely requested I give it to him. He would

play with it, then stand up and hand it back to me

gently. I’d throw it in the air and catch it a few

times, and he’d laugh. I’d throw it up one more time

and let him catch it, but he couldn’t and it usually

ended up banging someone on the head. It was a very

popular toy, and I had about 10 orangutans at my feet,

or holding my hands, interested in it but not fighting

over it. I only got a couple of nips from Taruna, Bim

Bim and very nearly “Fatal Fito.” No-one else

bothered me today, most were sweet. Pundu wanted to

be held most of the time; he was extremely gentle.

Holly was scared of the ball and hugged my ankles for

protection. I was relieved that today I did not have

to resort to getting out my water pistol or T Rex for

personal security.

Four youngsters are on IV tonight in the clinic. I

hope to find them improved in the morning.

 

6th January 2005

A wonderful day! (Only that the water cut out at 8

am and it still isn’t on as I write late in the

evening. I’m collecting rainwater tonight so that

perhaps I can wash in the morning.) Bahawan and I

joined Baby Group B today in the forest, which

included Tara, Dewey, Indi, and others. Bahawan held

tightly as I made my ways on the logs over the swamp,

but was happy to finally be set down when we reached

our drier destination. After a couple pieces of fruit,

he climbed straight up a long, narrow tree, some 15

metres up, where he stayed for about a half hour or

so. He had some difficulty getting down, but he did in

the end, not without a lot of frightened squeaking. He

was scared of the other orangutans, and ran to me if

they got too near or touched him. He could sit quite

close to them, but he had to be sure that they weren’t

going to ganggu (bother) him. The minute they showed

more interest in him than whatever they had been

doing, he needed to be held and reassured. He required

a lot of touches and hand-holding today, but he was

also able to sit on his own sometimes. He even played

with the babysitter’s hammock as she swung in it,

catching and pulling its sides or smacking her bottom

as it passed. He has learnt quite quickly how to make

the hammock swing harder. Both she and I got him into

our hammock at one point or the other, but he really

wasn’t ready for that still. He likes to hold onto my

hair tightly. When he is a little stronger, it will

hurt. He ate a bit here and there, but not enough for

my liking; the same with the milk. Lone gave him some

untuk untuk (savoury vegetable snacks) but he threw it

down defiantly, like, “What do you mean by giving me

this rubbish!” Rambutans did not figure today; the

fruit of choice today was jeruk (tangerine).

We had a few really great tickles and, like Beethoven,

he laughs out loud. He likes to hold my arm with all

his hands and feet-it is just the right diameter. When

we came back in the afternoon to the play area by the

info house, there were new faces (both human and

orangutan), and he got very stressed, so I took him

away. I offered him his original favourite shady

tree, but instead he went on walkabout. He seemed to

be heading straight for his cage, and got as far as

the water tower. There he sat, puzzled, looking at

all the quarantine cages, as if trying to remember

which one was his. Instead of taking him to his cage,

I thought I’d ask Lone where it was best he slept now

that he is out of quarantine. She wasn’t in the

office so we decided to play nearby as we waited. I

took him to one or two trees, but he didn’t want to

grasp them. So I sat on the porch and put him down

and he went directly to a tree with lots of branches

sticking out right from the bottom up. These offered

a good foothold and lots of places to stop for a rest

for an unfit little orangutan.

When he got to the top of this tree, he transferred

over to a bigger one, and just kept going! He was

eating up there for almost an hour when Lone came by,

pleased to see him so high. In an instant the black

clouds rolled in, faster than you could believe and

the wind kicked up furiously and it grew extremely

dark. Bahawan wisely started to make his way down,

but got stuck about halfway. He was trying to

transfer back to the smaller tree, but the branches he

was using were too thin. On this particular species

of tree, these snap very easily. I was terrified he’d

fall, but he was very cautious and eventually made it

down safely into my arms (not without a chorus of

squeaks).

Lone and I decided we would try to let Bahawan stay

the night in the info house in a keranjang (basket)

separate from the others. So this we did. I put him

in his keranjang piled high with leaves and rice sacks

and sat with him to help him adjust. But he was

extremely wary. In a moment of bravado, he decided to

check out the place, explore the electric wires

(“NO!”) and the bathroom (“NO!”) and the door out

(“NO!”). The girls said, “but what if he walks around

all night?” but I don’t think he will. When I left,

we put him back in the keranjang with some fruit and

he seemed happy enough. I do hope I get a good report

in the morning. Tomorrow we will take him out with

just one or two little orangutans to see how we get

on. I also have to get him to know and trust more

babysitters, not just me.

Dewey was a hoot today; he kept getting off with my

toes. The orangutans loved my boots and dragged them

around everywhere and swung them from the trees.

Dewey would take my boot off my foot and then direct

my foot back into it. One time, however, he had it

facing the wrong way round, and was quite bemused to

find that my foot would no longer go in. Later in the

day, when I went to go pick up my boots, one of them

had been filled with a selection of fruit skins.

Dewey kept pulling up my shirt and down my trousers to

inspect my belly-button. He was equally fascinated by

my hair clips (having gone out with two today, somehow

I returned with only one). Like so many orangutans,

Dewey could spend ages gazing straight into my eyes,

as if looking for something. We humans see it as a

bonding moment between the species; I think they see

their reflection. About two minutes before we decided

to pack up, Dewey took the opportunity to urinate in

the hammock and all over me.

 

7th January 2005

Today is my last full day with Pahawan (I find out

only now it was a P, not a B all along!) he did NOT

sleep well in the info house; he DID spend all night

walking round. He was stressed by the presence of the

other orangutans, and looking back his behaviour

indicates that perhaps he has never been indoors

before. He was apparently climbing everywhere and

tried to play with the electricity, so for his own

safety and comfort, he was returned to his cage

shortly after midnight.

The babysitters took Pahawan with Group B again in the

morning, but this time he was more stressed and

scared, and so he sat with his head in his chest. I

set out to rescue him when I heard the news. He was

hunched over under a hammock when I got there,

avoiding all contact. When I called his name, he came

straight to me, squeaking, and let me pick him up. As

I carried him, he actually held onto me with all four

hands and feet for the first time, and his head close

against my chest. He holds onto my ponytail with one

of his hands. We went to the part of the forest he

likes, by the U shaped tree, but it was infested with

insects, so we ventured into the thicker area. Oh! He

was in heaven, lying on his back again in the thick of

it, plucking the succulent stalks I had introduced to

him a few days before—and here they were big and

plentiful. I put up my hammock and watched him. He

was so settled, I decided to read, checking him after

each page. Some 20 pages (and checks) in, and on the

next one he was gone again! Another half hour

searching, wondering if I just stayed put, would he

come back--but what if he didn’t? I put on another

slathering of insect repellent and really went in,

scouring every inch of ground. I finally discovered

him under the roots of a huge tree by the river. I

put him back in the forest near me, determined that as

soon as he moved out of sight again, I’d have to take

him to a clearer spot, just to stay safe. He was doing

fine. After each page, I had to get out of my hammock

and turn my head almost upside down by my feet to peer

through the foliage to spot him. I’d call out his name

and he’d move his head or hand so that I could tell he

was still there. This was all over perhaps 2 metres

away…that’s how dense it was.

David came with some string beans which we discovered

Pahawan adores. Unlike most orangutans who only pluck

out the beans, Pahawan inhaled the whole thing. He ate

his castoria with gusto. (A castoria is a miniature

mango, packed with sweetness, a bit like Pahawan).

 

And this is where my notes end. The following

morning, I said goodbye to Pahawan and the staff. I

vowed not to wimp out and cry, but I did.

 

Since then, the news is that although Pahawan had a

bout of malaria, he now plays in the forest happily

and is no longer afraid of the other orangutans. He

has come to trust his babysitters as well. The four

orangutans on IV are all well again. Indeed, all 300+

at the project are thriving. Sadly, there have been

some horrific incidents involving wild orangutans

viciously attacked in the oil palm plantations. Lone

will write about these shortly.

BOS UK sent out Helen Buckland and Anne Miehs from

the Sustainable Palm Oil Committee last month to work

on our initiative to address the issues surrounding

oil palm conversion. Great progress was made and I

hope to report to you soon some of these details, as

it is an area which needs immediate attention and

action.

As the number of orangutans reaching our centre and

needing translocation continues to mount, BOS UK

recognizes the desperate need for further surveying to

be completed to locate suitable release sites. We have

pledged to support these efforts.

I hope you will continue to support the efforts of

BOS on the part of the orangutan and the forest in

which it lives.

 

With continued gratitude for your generosity,

Michelle Desilets

 

 

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Michelle Desilets

BOS UK

www.savetheorangutan.org.uk

www.savetheorangutan.info

" Primates Helping Primates "

 

Please sign our petition to rescue over 100 smuggled orangutans in Thailand:

http://www.thePetitionSite.com/takeaction/822035733

 

 

 

 

 

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