FRIDAY July 23, 2010
Guest Blogger!
I bet you’re thinking.. FINALLY!!! Enough of you already!!!
Mara is a special friend of OFI and visited our Care Center. Today she shares her experience in
“A Day at the OCCQ”
Take it away Mara!!!
Its 4am and the call of the muezzin heralds the dawn. The day begins early in Pasir Panjang. A bit too early for the rooster, which crows happily around 5am. No need for alarm clocks here!
The household stirs – I hear the “thump thump” of Cooper the dog’s tail against the couch where she has been ensconsed for the night. Its lovely to be part of this family.
I laze in bed for a while, as the children are roused and prepared for school. Then the clink of crockery signals breakfast and my eagerly awaited cup of Indonesian coffee – black and strong.
Its a 5 minute walk across the road to work at the Orangutan Care Centre and Quarantine facility. What a luxury – no traffic jams to contend with. It rained heavily overnight and the leaves are still glinting wet and fresh in the morning sunlight. I ‘walk the plank’ across the waterlogged ground to my Pondok which is already a hive of activity.
Melly and Evi are hosing away the night waste from under the sleeping cages. The orangutans are only momentarily distracted by my greeting, and then they quickly focus on Tika and Gitun who are preparing the morning milk feed. I join in with the distribution of the bottles – baby bottles for the younger ones and 1.5 litre bottles for the bigger ones.
Robert’s lower lip starts to tremble in anticipation and if I don’t get the bottle to him quickly he will throw a tantrum just like a spoilt child. Impatient hands grab as you pass by and plaintiff cries push you to speed up. Finally they all have their bottles and a contented silence falls over the Pondok punctuated by sucking sounds or the occasional splutter as the milk is too greedily swallowed. Then the bottles need to be retrieved, washed and put away, and a record made of how much each orangutan has consumed.
The carers take time for a quick breakfast, while I check on the 2 newest additions – Cri and Douglas – just about a year old. They are too young to be in the sleeping cages and have their own little baskets in the hut where they sleep with 2 carers. They have already had their bottles and are now ready for a nappy(diaper) change. I take them out one by one to have a wash and then we settle down for some fun. They are just able to crawl and have discovered the art of pulling hair and biting – luckily each other and not me …. yet! A bright coloured towel has been strung up like a hammock just a few inches off the ground and Cri and Douglas do battle to gain control of it.
Dr Prima, one of the vets on the permanent staff, arrives at the Pondok on his rounds. We have 2 patients that need attention. Voyce who only arrived at the centre in January this year, came down with a stomach bug and got very dehydrated, so had been kept at the clinic where he was put on a drip and monitored round the clock. Now back at the Pondok he is much better, but still needs his daily medication and monitoring. Dr Prima is happy with his condition.
The other patient is 3 year old Maggie. For some unknown reason a few months previously she had started gnawing the middle finger of her left hand leaving her with a dreadful wound. It has been a battle to stop her from continuing to chew it, so an ingenious harness was made from bicycle tyres, which has successfully kept her finger away from her mouth. Dr Prima has come to check the wound and change the dressing. It takes 2 people to hold Maggie so that the doctor can do his job, and once again he is satisfied with the progress.
We check the sky for signs of rain – just a few white clouds scud across the clear blue expanse. Nothing threatening at this stage, so we get ready for Forest School. Its wellies on and off we go!
I have yet to master the art of carrying 5 young orangutans at once, something which the carers seem to do with ease. Three little cling-ons is my current limit. Luckily its just a short walk to a clearing in the baby forest, where a sheltered play area was built by kind donors a year ago. It provides shelter from the harsh midday sun and sudden rain storms too.
Our charges are off-loaded here and in no time the bigger ones have headed off into the trees – its so wonderful to watch them enjoying their freedom. The little ones take some hesitant steps towards a swinging tyre, but don’t quite want to let go of me yet. Then Cri grabs the climbing rope and she’s off….
The air is hot and thick with the sound of cicadas, rustling leaves and cracking branches. The orangutans are filled with energy – dropping to the ground for a bout of wrestling, before bounding off into the trees again. The carers watch carefully to monitor their progress. Alfred just loves playing in the mud and needs to be encouraged to get up into the trees. These are skills which their mothers would be teaching them in the wild.
I’m amazed at how easily the carers can identify each orangutan even from a distance. I can distinguish those that have a particular feature which differentiates them, but it will take some time for me to get to know each of the 29 in this Pondok.
We move off the platform to sit under the trees a little way away from the shelter. Jambul has had enough and comes to flop down on my lap. He is lying with his face down past my knees and his long spidery fingers have found their way down into my boots. He is intrigued by the rubber texture for a short while and then rolls over and is off again. I go with one of the carers to look for a tree which bears a small dark berry which the orangutans love. The locals call it ‘Kramontin’. We find a little copse of these trees, but have been beaten to it by two of the ‘bigger boys’ – Obby and Ariel. We fill our pockets and head back to the others. They will follow when they have had enough.
All too soon its time to gather everyone up and head back to the Pondok for a feed. Today its papaya, and 2 carers have stayed behind to deseed and prepare it. Hands eagerly grasp the fruit and there is much sucking and smacking of lips. Then its time for a siesta. The morning’s energy gives way to slumber and silence descends. We clean up the ‘fall out’ from lunch and then I head back to the hut to sit with Voyce and the babies. They are rummaging around in their baskets, but as soon as I take them in my arms, they get comfortable and fall asleep. In the wild these little ones would be constantly clinging to their mothers, and my heart is saddened by the fact that they are here at all. I sometimes feel overwhelmed by the tragedy facing orangutans in the wild, but looking down at these trusting little beings I realise that there is no choice – we all have to keep doing what we can for them and the hundreds of others like them, no matter how small or insignificant our contribution may seem.
Not entirely unexpectedly, some heavy rain clouds have gathered and a dry wind starts to blow. I hear the call “ hujan, hujan” (rain, rain) and the girls rush out to rescue the towels which were hanging out to dry. Soon we cannot even hear ourselves think as the rain thunders on the corrugated iron roof, and we wait in the gloom for the storm to abate.
I’ve brought a bag of peanuts in their shells as a little afternoon treat, and make my way around the Pondok handing these out. I’m fascinated by the way in which orangutans use their mouths and lips to crack open the nuts and discard the shells. Hocky however loves to eat the whole thing, shell and all and munches happily through her handful – a good form of roughage I guess. Soon its time for the afternoon milk feed and the whole procedure is repeated. At 4pm, most of the staff depart leaving just the two carers who will spend the night here.
A wonderful sense of calm falls across the Pondok, broken only by the occasional shuffle or cough. The sky and the air has cleared again as darkness descends. I make the rounds to say goodnight to all the orangutans – some are already in dreamland – perhaps dreaming of a forest with endless tall trees and abundant fruit. As I walk home, splashing through the deep puddles of tea-coloured clear water, I take some comfort in the knowledge that for today, these young orphans at least, are well-cared for and safe from harm.
Mara McCaffery
Orangutan Aid