For the last week or two, nearly every time I’ve walked up the alley towards home from a certain direction, I’ve passed two dogs staring upwards, either quietly intent or chaotically barking. Sometimes there’s a tell tale crashing of tree or swaying of wires; but often I have to stop and really look to find the source of their attention.
The monkey families haven’t been as ubiquitous of late. There’s just been an individual or two here and there, perched on top of a water tank on a distant roof, staring off at something of interest. And this one.
Now I have no way of knowing if this is the same solo monkey who teases the dogs each day, but in any case it stays safe, balancing on wires as it criss-crosses the alley, far out of their reach while they watch and jump and bark.
This morning as I left the house they were at it again, the monkey in question sitting far above them on the edge of a fence atop a wall covered in a beautiful flowering orange trumpet vine. I watched at he carefully selected blooms to pop in his mouth, enjoying his treat and ignoring the dogs until they finally gave up and left.
If the rest of the troop enjoy the flowers as much as this one does, I’d say it’s only a matter of time before the spot becomes very popular indeed.
