Haven’t been out to many garage sales lately–conference for job, busy painting some rooms in the house. Today though, I decided to spend a few hours monkey-ing around before getting back to the real business of the day–yard work. First find of the day:
The family that had this for sale thinks it is a gibbon. After doing a Google search for images of the species, that jury is out, (babboon seems more likely) but whatever it is, seeing one sitting in a driveway in western Pennsylvania falls into the category of “maybe now I really have seen it all.” The details of how one becomes the proud owner of such an interesting piece are bit fuzzy, but involve a family member and alcohol–doesn’t it always?
What made it even odder though, was less than 20 minutes later to encounter:
A live, distant cousin who was busy hopping from tent pole to cage top to my back. Challenging little guy to photograph–sorry for the angles. He absolutely was not sitting still for an instant. What are the odds that while walking around two totally average neighborhoods on a Sturday morning, one would see two members of the ape family? I’ve decided there isn’t a deeper message, just a case of a Monkey in the hand is worth two in the bush.