Those twinkling eyes behind the branches looked at me in curiosity, but stepped behind as I advance with my phone camera. Shyness or fear?
It is lack of trust, as the mother snarls at me for coming too close. I move away to respect their privacy, but keep watching the babies on natural swings.
Baby monkeys are the cutest, not more than puppies or kittens though. I’ve not left my urban biases behind, yet marvel at motherhood instincts being the same across the planet.
baby plants en-route
make me stop and look – where are