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 The
Brown Capuchin Monkey is a New
World primate who lives
in the northern Amazon rainforest of the Guyanas, Venezuela and Brazil.
They are also found in eastern Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, including the
upper Andean Magdalena valley in Colombia, and a population was established
in the Republic of "Trinidad and Tobago". The capuchin has a head-body
length of 32 to 57 centimetres and a weight of 1.9 to 4.8 kilograms and
mostly
eats fruit, insects, larvae, eggs, young birds, frogs, lizards, and even
bats. They are also known to chase cats. They
can be found in many different kinds of environment, including moist tropical
and subtropical forest, dry forest, and disturbed or secondary forest.
They are social, and form groups of 8 to 15 individuals that are led by
an alpha male. Important
natural enemies of the capuchin are large birds of prey who they are so
afraid of that they even become alarmed when a harmless bird flies over.
The capuchin rubs urine on its hands and feet in order to attract mates
and reduce stress. They also use stones and sticks as tools. One population
of this species uses stones as a tool to open hard nuts. The monkey lays
the nut on a large, flat rock or fallen tree, hammering the nut with a
suitable stone until the nut cracks. The anvil rock is often pock-marked
with hollows as a result of repeated use. They have also
been observed using containers to hold water, using sticks (to dig nuts,
to dip for syrup, and to catch ants), using sponges to absorb juice, using
stones as hammer and chisel to penetrate a barrier, and using stones as
hammer and anvil to crack nuts. Some of these tasks seem relatively simple
by cognitive standards, but others, like cracking nuts with hammer and
anvil, are only exceeded in complexity by chimpanzees and some humans.
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They turned the internet back on in Egypt.
It's about time because
I was getting sick
Of not being able
To chat with my uncle, Jake.
Now, let me explain,
We don't have a typical relationship.
A few years ago, he died
Of an apparent heart attack
His death was kind of random
As he was an avid cyclist
And in very good shape.
One morning, my aunt went downstairs
And found him lying there,
Face down,
On the floor.
He would not respond because
He was dead,
And all the energy which he used to have,
All to himself,
Was shared with the atmosphere,
Or wherever it goes.
Everyone but his wife
Chalked the death up to
His secret drinking hobby.
I am still not sure
What to think of the whole thing,
So that is why I like to chat with him
On the internet.
Now, I am no dummy.
I know what death is, and that typically
Once a person dies,
They stay dead.
They stay dead and,
Aside from the great horror master
George Romero,
I think that most people would agree with me
On this one.
But, somehow, when I log in to my Google account,
My uncle is there,
Ready for a chat.
It's really quite difficult to say how and why
He ended up over in Egypt
After his crazy experience with death and all.
You should hear him go off
On the situation over there.
"Mubarak this..." and "Mubarak that..." "It's really hot..." "Freakin'
mind probes..."
Etc.
One nice thing
Which Uncle Jake has told me about
Is that he has changed religions
And doesn't drink anymore.
I tried to let him know
How excited I was to hear that great news
But the damn language barrier makes it difficult
To understand exactly what
Is being said.
Most of the time
I think we get the overall gist
Of what the other is saying.
Sometimes though, I just have to use
My improvisation skills
And kind of guess what is going on.
But, you know,
The internet is probably the most advanced
Of any of Al Gore's inventions,
And it is so nice
That a person can talk
To another person,
Even a dead one,
All the way over
On the other side of the world
With only a magical box
Full of wires
And a "paid in full" subscription
To Comcast.
Joseph Engar is an Earthling that is trying to finish his rocket to get
back home. He feels that the hydrogen/helium atmosphere of our lovely
Jupiter is a little too “heady”, and thinks his voice sounds much better
on his home planet. According to “Joe”, there was definitely a time when
he enjoyed it here, but now he can’t think of one good reason to stick
around, hence the massive rocket’s undertaking. He sends his love to all
the good people he has met while here on our large and diverse planet,
and says that he is sorry to be leaving everybody so soon.
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The
Brown Capuchin Monkey
- Issue Thirteen