Otium cum dignitate.
that is cute...but i bet the monkey stinks...oh yes i am in a foul mood today...
Oh Daisy, I bet the monkey smells of biscuits and hay! But you are entitled to your foul mood. There must be something planetary..something in serious retrograde, as my mood is quite variable today also .........
During WWII a group of Brits escaped from some prison in Malaya or wherever, and had to trek across 250 miles of jungle wwith no food or water. They survived by eating grubs from fallen rotting wood, and the occasional handful of snails etc.. One day one of them, by a miracle it seemed, managed to kill a baby Orang Utan by clubbing it with a piece of wood: they put it on a spit and roasted it over a fire. However, despite their Karen Carpenter-style bodies, when the beastie was done to a turn none could bring themselves to eat it. Too much like a human bairn, and you can see why.Tuscan Tony - bringing Christmas cheer wherever he goes.
Thank you for sharing TT. I am quite sure I couldn't eat one!
The Tuscan makes a pertinent point. The orang is a relative, and an innocent and trusting one at that. I have given quite a lot of wonga to orang charities over the years and will continue to do so.The only orang I have embraced smelled like fruit and honey from one end, and only faintly of poo from the other. I love them.
Idle,On your way to Tasmania for your away day cricketing weekend, you should stop over in Sandakan in Sabah, East Malaysia. Just a 20 minute drive from town will bring you to the Sepilok Orang Utan Rehabilitation Centre. If you like orangs (Malay word for people), you will really enjoy this place and appreciate what the workers there are trying to do. The workers and the animals need all the help (political and financial) and support they can get.
They are fantastic creatures aren't they Idle? We could learn a lot from them. I love the way they get intensive family until they are about 7 then go off on their own, content with their own company and utterly independent (presumably because they have had all the attention they require to individuate!).
useful tip again, Nomad, thanks.
Noted, nomad. I am overdue a visit to Borneo. The way things are going here, I may buy a one-way ticket. I'm sure they could do with another white rajah, and the lady idle was born a Brooke.
Apart from the pleasant fragrance, idle, I think it worth noting that prepared properly they taste rather like crispy duck, only less fatty and without the usual "skirmishing with avian 'flu pandemic" risk attaching to those birds. That said, I won't have them in the house - the freezer drawers won't take 'em.
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