Scotty Getting Better 8th February 2012

Scotty , the sick monkey continues to improve slowly although if he manages to get hold of any fruit, by snatching it from another monkey, back comes the upset stomach. I am trying to get some aloe vera medicine which is used very successfully with humans with long term digestion problems.

Two more tiny baby Langurs were brought in within the space of a week, both orphaned due to their mothers being killed on the road, but sadly neither survived more than a few days. There were long delays in getting them in to a quiet warm environment, so both were in shock by the time I had them. After the trauma of the death of their mother, being cold, hassled by many different, if well meaning people trying to feed them etc, both had gone too far before they arrived. The wild troops of Langurs are not able to cope with increasing traffic and are often seen dashing recklessly between cars.

The two babies Puck and Phooka continue to spend a large part of each day in there pen quite happily. Phooka however did learn to get into the office by jumping from the floor to a ledge, from the ledge to ceiling fan, then via a roof beam to the second ceiling fan and then via the roof beams into the next room. Removing the second ceiling fan kept him baffled for only a day, so the staff had to block the access through to the room with a fabric curtain. They still spend from early evening and until the pen is ready in the morning, in the house, but it is increasingly difficult to control them as they grow. They both still feel they are humans and cant wait to get back into there home and family in the evenings.

Over the last few weeks a local dog has been seen caught in two wire snares. These are set to catch the semi wild pigs, but of course catch indiscriminately all wild life as well as domestic pets. The one around its face it managed to remove, but its hind leg was firmly encircled, holding its foot up to its hip. We tried to catch it in a dog trap initially, but of course as soon as it was baited, some other dog always got there first. Even on 3 legs it could outrun anyone and was too wary to come near, even for food. It soon got to know us and our staff and made off into the distance if he saw us coming, making the use of the dart gun impossible We offered a reward to any local person who could catch him, and local man eventually managed to get near enough to get him on a noose, so he is now at the centre having his wounds assessed. His rear leg had been cut half off by the wire and will have to be amputated I am sure, but if there is not too much infection or maggots, he may be able to be released back here. Dogs will quickly adapt to 3 legs and even though he doesn’t have a home in the conventional sense, he was otherwise in good condition so has a territory with a good scrap food supply and when he is neutered and vaccinated against rabies he will still be better off than many street dogs.


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