I have a few predators: Raptors, Cats, Hawks and large Snakes but I manage to out run all of them.
I'm in the forest going from tree to tree, I'm going vine to vine as I hold on tightly to each one of them and pray I don't get caught by the beast. This rarely happens, how did I let this happen?
Us Golden Lion Tamarins move around A LOT and minimize the scent we leave behind. My long slender fingers and claw-like nails grab each vine at lightning speed. I turn to look behind me and PHEW! No more predators!
I promise you this doesn't happen often, but when it does I'm more than positive I’ll win.
Golden Lion Tamarins are very territorial and we defend our areas with scent markings, we also use vocalized threats to scare off any and all predators. If we hide we hide in tree cavities or tree forks. Since we are usually in big packs (3-9 sometimes more) predators rarely come at us. We are also very high up from the ground (29-100 feet) so that helps us fight off predators too. We ALWAYS fight off predators and we are fighters just like you guys!
As I stepped through the grass with my furry paws I made sure not to make any noise with the autumn leaves. I am walking through the dense forest in Nepal on the high mountains trying to find the perfect bamboo stick that I can find for my lunch. I am all alone by myself, an orange red panda. I climb through the trees, and through the autumn red leaves making sure I am not seen rushing through them.
My legs start to grow weak like Jell-O, so I decide to take a short break on a tree branch. I stretch my paws and legs leaving them hanging in the air while the rest of my body rests on the thick branch. I hear a sound coming near me, and I open my eyes slightly, and I see that it’s my enemy whose name is Jeremy. He always steals my bamboo while I sleep, so I do not like him.
“Hey there Kimchi.” He said. I got up on my hind legs and raised my arms up high in the air to scare him away. He suddenly laid down and I thought I had won this battle for once, but I noticed that below the thick trees a snow leopard is roaming through the forest looking hungry and ready to attack! I laid down quickly with Jeremy hoping that the snow leopard wouldn’t see us, and I started trembling with fear.
“It’s okay Kimchi. He cannot see us from up here, trust me.” Jeremy whispered. It didn’t feel so bad to have someone by my side to pass through these harsh and scary moments. The leopard spotted us because of our moving tails and we ran as fast as we could from tree to tree. We didn’t even think about looking back until we were sure we had lost him! We noticed that the snow leopard had gone and was nowhere to be seen anymore. I cheered in happiness which sounded like a very high squeak, and Jeremy and I parted ways and waved goodbye running through the multicoloured trees.
Off in the distance I spotted the brightest and most juicy bamboo stick ever with the most green leaves. I ran as fast as my paws would take me, and I went head first down the tree, and finally I made it! I grabbed as many leaves as I could and looked around me making sure that Jeremy wasn’t anywhere near–I wasn’t going to let him have this! I love bamboo so much I could eat it forever, and ever. I yawned and felt my eyes close slowly growing sleepy after such a feast! I ran back up to the trees where I would be the safest and drifted off to sleep with my fluffy tail as a pillow dreaming of eating even more yummy bamboo like the one I had that day.
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“It’s extremely cold, I might just have to take the day off again and enjoy the warmth of the sun.” I thought. I crawl over to my favourite ridged rock, stretching in a downward dog position. I eventually lay down on my back. Absorbing the sun’s heat, ready to take a soothing quick nap. “Thank god it’s a cold day, I really need to regulate my body temperature and get my tan in.”
I suddenly wake up, realizing it’s only been an hour since I've been knocked out. I realized Cody was beside me. “How long was he there for?”— “Cold day, huh Cody!?”
“Yup, I heard it’s only 98 degrees Fahrenheit today. Back in my day, we had to go out no matter the temperature. Thank god we get to take the day off. Having to manage vegetation and control its growth isn’t an easy job pal” explained Cody in a relaxing but booming voice.
“I know! I wish we didn’t have an ecological niche” I added. All of a sudden we hear Leo, our dominant male leader yell.
“Everyone the jackals look hungryyy, HIDE!” Leo screams.
We quickly but quietly race to our paws, approaching our hide away. Seconds later, I realized that I forgot to back pedal inside. “Uh oh! Me and Cody, face to face! I can’t even leave, the jackals are out!. What should I do? Maybe if Cody doesn’t realize and stare at me, we won’t end up fighting. How could I make such a silly mistake?” I thought to myself, panicked, thinking what my next move was going to be.
“ Grrrrr! You little bitty-brained nincompoop, you're supposed to touch butts with me. Look what you started!” Growled Cody.
“I’m sorry, It slipped from my mind” I muttered, chasing Cody.
“Of course you did” he bites me and I run to an open space in our kopje and turn around making sure I enter again moonwalking.
“Boys, quit it, next time I see you guys making mistakes you're outta the hole.” Leo wailed.
“Sorry” me and Cody tweeted. We touched our behinds, waiting for which felt like an eternity for the hunters to leave.
The black anaconda circles the bottom of the tree I rest on. The cozy leaf nest in the Australian forest tree shelters me. Darn, its lush green leaves didn’t conceal me as much as I’d like. I hear the snake's venomous teeth clamp and open, taunting me, and my pack of 8.
A leader mustn't tremble, mustn't fear. As the male pack leader I must stay resilient, firm. I usher the pack to the top of the trees, the snake won’t be able to reach us. But I underestimate the snake's capability.
It quickly launches at a branch in response to our retreat. It attacks a joey lagging behind. Sigh, the dumb baby was a branch too low, only 4 months old, too young to die. No it mustn't die. Can’t die on me.
I leap down from the branch and stretch my arms wide to catch air on my wing like membranes. Gliding, I grab the baby sugar glider with my back paws. Slowly we tumble down the tree's brown bark and the anaconda grabs nothing.
Alas I might’ve been brave to help the joey, but I’ve endangered myself. Sigh, a hoard of thin snakes of all colours rest at the very bottom. I see them perk up as the joey and I descend down. Aye, should’ve left the little one to die.
“Yip, yip” Cries the little joey as we hurdle to doom.
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