As we opened up the hill this morning, the chimps scampered off in different directions.
They harvested plants from across the hill and stuffed their mouths with grass, dandelions, and prickly lettuce.
By the time breakfast was ready, the chimps were nowhere to be found.
With the exception of Negra, that is. So as we called and food grunted in vain to notify the others, Negra enjoyed her own private breakfast service in the greenhouse. I’m pretty sure she has been waiting for this moment her entire life.
After cleaning was over, I went to see if any of the Seven were still outside. I could hear laughter coming from the greenhouse.
Jamie and Burrito were wrestling.
The group has been squabbling a lot lately, as you can see from the abrasion and patch of missing hair on Jamie’s arm.
But today it was all play and grooming.
This is how chimps work.
There will always be fights.
So you just have to make the happy moments outnumber the bad ones.
