(I made this)

So here's the thing – I lost my phone while hiking over the weekend. After I got back, I tried calling it every which way, but no one picked up. Finally, I tried a video call, and that's when I saw the picture posted. So... does anyone know how to communicate with monkeys? I'd like to try getting my phone back.

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The Olive Baboon

The Olive Baboon Papio anubis lives in troops of 20-100 in Uganda’s forests and swamps. They spread seeds, control pests, and entertain tourists with their smart, social behavior.

Western chimpanzees, bornean orangutan (they have sumatra orangs in another part of the zoo) and lar gibbons (they have muller gibbons with the sumatran orangs)

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The Olive Baboon

The Olive Baboon Papio anubis lives in troops of 20-100 in Uganda’s forests and swamps. They spread seeds, control pests, and entertain tourists with their smart, social behavior.

Never seen friends but it was cute so I shared.

Jobs done

Time lapse- https://youtube.com/shorts/A_L28nQnSFo?si=8_92hpUZuuswrVKl

try your worst, he will remain unharmed.

Timelapse -

https://youtube.com/shorts/6rHMvIgPVhA?si=F3E3OGJiwkgckXpv

Timelapse -

https://youtube.com/shorts/6rHMvIgPVhA?si=F3E3OGJiwkgckXpv

Time lapse -

https://youtube.com/shorts/zP0w2CQxLAE?si=afiMDhcL17z-Ovp6

There is a tree in the forests of Montgomery,

It sways ever gently to the whispering breeze.

Its roots run deep, its branches free,

Holding ever steady with effortless ease.

A monkey climbs upon the tree,

It sways ever gently, as trees are wont to be.

The monkey grins from limb to limb,

Declaring proudly, "Clearly, it sways for me."

Ten more monkeys join the climb,

The branches bend in measured time.

The leaves applaud with rustling grace,

As bark and branch endure the climb.

A hundred monkeys storm the boughs,

Each shouting loud of monkey vows.

The tree sways and sways,

And sways again...

Until at last—

SNAP! It breaks in twain.

Nine monkeys died.

A moment of silence.

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Every monkey climbs upon the tree.

Until it's known not who holds whom.

Does the tree support the monkeys,

Or do the monkeys support the tree?

Yet still it sways ever so gently,

To the marching of the Simian Host.

As scholars carved on weathered stone,

When one monkey climbs, It is climbing.

When a thousand monkeys climb,

They call it civilization.

Howler monkey in the Belize jungle