Trapping Nights

With the trapping of samangos, we took advantage and convinced the vets to stay and help in the leopard trapping.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t be involved in the samango trapping due to my current duties as assistant in the predator side and my unsuccessful race to prepare all the samango’s data before the meeting with the director. Nonetheless, the Belgian kept me up to date whenever she wasn’t carrying cases up and down or watching them to avoid the baboons to get caught. Apparently, the first naïve monkeys in being caught were the both males of House and Barn troop, that couldn’t resist the temptation of picking the oranges that rested at the end of the cases. Other 12 more monkeys were caught, tagged, their teeth inspected and several samples taken. The researches weren’t very please with the number of monkeys trapped but, to be honest, I was disappointed with my samangos for being so naïve!

Speaking about more spotted mammals; I recently spent two nights in a row with leopard trapping; in addition to one day at the beginning of last week in which we were setting up and pre-baiting everything.

The first night I was spotter and the Leader was driver. Everything was going fine until we wanted to check the second trap and we found ourselves trapped on the sand. After unsuccessful trials of getting rid of our imprisonment, we had finally to call for external help. When the co-leader arrived he found out the problem in a matter of seconds…just let’s say that I hope to never forget again how the wheels look like when they are in 4x4 mode… We spent the night on a tent close to the traps, sleeping while the bush babies screamed outside.  Up before 6h and check again, no leopards this night; but the few hours of sleep let me had if I had a great hangover.

That afternoon, the French-Spanish and I went to open the traps for that night. We used the quark bike and the French-Spanish was teaching me how to drive it; apparently I do it pretty well…and I enjoy it, F&%ck! That night, we came back, now with the car, to do the first check. Nothing, but some frights due to the huge size of the cow foetus used like bait, specially because now they are swollen and look quite scary.

Another night on the tent later and we woke up to check the trap which, again, showed no signs of leopards.

Now we are stopping for some days because the vet had to go to sort out some things and we appreciated because we are in a kind of party-days because of today’s wedding. I will have a busy day learning to cook a warthog! Write you soon given a food critic about the Mopane worms!

Calm after the storm…though clouds are approaching from the skyline

I’ve got some less of 2 months left in South Africa, something that at the beginning of this African year sounded a lot and now I know is not even a blink. Only 6 more weeks on the project and hopefully 2 weeks crossing the country. After, who knows. I’ve just withdrawn my application for a PhD in which I was going to work with chimpanzees because I couldn’t find a scholarship and I have nothing prepared yet for next year. My country is falling into pieces and, if it was difficult to find a job before the crisis now seems a miracle. No that I wanted to stay there anyway, but I’m pretty lost right now. But well…if something I’ve learn too is that even if 2 months are short, a single day can change everything, so let’s keep hope. So, while trapping, tagging and following monkeys, I’ll be working on CVs and application to see if I can continue my biological adventures and I don’t end up as many others. Hope, keep on standing,

Interspecific mohawks

As I said before, this month I am helping with camera-trapping; nice task that consists on walking several kilometres a day collecting the cards of the camera traps, changing batteries and then coming back to the Barn to tag the pictures and ID the leopards; helping to construct the home ranges of these last and to assess the biodiversity of the area and its activity patterns, among others.

While tagging I could not stop noticing a marked trend among the animals, unrelated to the species...there are many punks around the mountain! Just see it by yourself

Common Warthog (Phacochoerus africanus)

Crested Guineafowl (Guttera pucherani)

Brown hyena ( Hyaena brunnea)

African civet (Civettictis civetta)

And the kings by excellences of mohawks, the porcupines (Hystrix africaeaustralis)

 

Samango kingdom hit by Belgian Earthquake; blue sky as aftermath

Two weeks ago, a new volunteer arrived to work with the samangos, the Belgian. After some research in primates as a part of her studies, she has been working in conservation for several years and decided to take a short break in her job to come back to the forest and crawling on the ground pursing elusive monkeys.

As a primate co-ordinator (sounds great, but only means that I have to spend lots of hours trying to disentangle and homogenize the mess of data we have and prepare the PDA and so on, not that I know much, unfortunately, though I do my best); I had to train her. So, on Tuesday 6:30, we started the training, just in front of the Barn, where the monkeys had been kind enough to appear. In a matter of minutes, she realized of all the pitfalls that the data collection. While the monkeys travelled slowly (very kind of them) towards Bush camp, I was telling her all the story of the primate side of the project since I arrived and my pretty useless struggle to improve the methods, gaining only a lot of stress, social marginalization and even some white hairs! By the second day, she was the one teaching to me about the monkeys. She not only realized of the different between sub-adults and juveniles, age-classes that I joined because there was a lot of disagreement between my old fellows, but was able to distinguish between male and female sub-adults by looking at the teeth, something that I hadn’t think about.

At first I was quite ashamed that she knew more than me, and felt sympathy for the Cardiffian, who probably went through something similar when I arrived but, in contrast to her, I felt, finally, relief.  

 Finally there was someone in the project that could teach me something about the monkeys and that agreed with me that we needed to improve the methodology (well, best of all, establish and objective for the data collection!!!). So , in some days, when the director arrives, we will have a meeting with him to try to make of this a serious project. But, even if nothing changes before I leave, it was quite good to see the Belgian crawling on the ground to pass a fence determined to don’t miss a single scan of the monkeys…while some of my fellows could loose one hour of data just because they couldn’t find a hole on the fence to pass. Finally, a real primatologist in the project, I missed to see someone dedicated so much after all the sloth that I had seen, suffering under the absurd dictatorship of undergraduate students with too much power and little knowledge… Summarizing, I am really glad and hopeful, maybe my time in South Africa is not doing to be a waste of time after all.

In addition, most of the people that were here before have left, and only the Belgian, The French-Spanish and me remain as volunteers of the project, so the average age and experience has increased dramatically and it finally seems that we are carrying out a research project and no a g&%dam summer camp.

Anyway; I am still with the camera-traps and so I will at least 2 weeks more, that I’ll have to come back with the monkeys because two new volunteers are arriving for working in the predator side. Until then, I will enjoy my walks with the French-Spanish up and down Lajuma and the surrounding properties checking cameras and tagging them after, finding surprises like crazy juvenile baboons shaking the camera on a daily basis or watching the battle between to porcupines. Additionally, the leopard trapping is re-starting in a couple of days and some people has come to tag some samangos to take samples for genetic analysis among other things, and the Frenchs are leaving and slowly being replaced by Germans (Prefer the formers, I was improving my understanding of French quite a lot, but c’est la vie). So, let see if the last month and a half that I’ve got here is, FINALLY, something worthy to tell, full of biology and only patched by social problems. Now the sky is bluer, the slopes less tiring and even the bushbabies sound like music.

Steping into camera-trapping

Bonnie, one of the leopards, punching the camera-traps ("arg, one cannot get rid of paparazzis not even in the thicket" she commented indignant)

Afte three months following the samango monkeys through their thorny and thick kingdom, my time came to switch to the predator side of the Project (although I’m still responsible of handling the mess of data we have of the monkeys).

Last Saturday, finally, I could experience the nice life of camera-trapping. The introduction was pretty good, going to check the traps of the mythical Sigurwana. I went at 7 to Bush camp to meet the French-Spanish and then we start to walk. To my horror, we had to climb the leopard trail through the chimney (It’s not that hard and I do it many afternoons just to do something, but the me in morning and the me in the evening are different people). After that, we followed to the Mount Lajuma and climbed until the settle, crossing the border of Lajuma and getting into the lands of Sigurwana. 

After some slips, thanks to the killer-grass (don’t know the real name, but this is appropriate enough), and ups and downs through some hills we finally reach a sand road where we had to wait for the ranger. We were pretty co-ordinated and the man was there 30s after we arrived. He was a chatty middle-age man that, as the Afrikaner, was like a encyclopaedia of South African wildlife and conservation. He drove us to the different cameras while chatting about his plans to transform the little reserve into a research centre and teaching us things such as tell apart the footprints of a leopard and a brown hyena.

After collecting all the cards of the camera traps he took us to the fancy camping of the reserve, so we could copy the pictures into their computers, while having some coffee and cookies. The place was actually pretty awesome, the typical “safari” camping of the magazines.

Another day, we went to check cameras on the properties at the East of Lajuma; which was an 8-hours walk, including a short visit to a cave with paintings of the ancient inhabitants of the mountains, the Khoi San.

We also had to check one which was after climbing up and down a mountain and close to some more paintings and the cameras of the properties at the West of Lajuma; though that day we had to take the car because they are fairly apart from one another.

Back at the Barn, the processing of pictures starts which is, pretty much go one by one tagging the animals which appear on them. When the camera has taken around 500 pictures everything is alright, but when you find 4000 is kind of exhausting. Baboons love to hang around the cameras and they usually are in a quarter of them. Sometimes crested Guinean fowl and cows; but sometimes you get nice surprises, such as the tail of a Greater Bushbay, a caracal or a serval looking directly into the camera o a brown hyena with a kind of punk hairstyle. When we find that a leopard came around, we had to find out who is she or he by looking at the spots. Sometimes is easy, if the leopard has been seen before it that station; if not, you can be an hour swimming in a sea of spots and end up with a great headache; but is rewarding when you can finally give a name to the spotty cat on the picture.

Here are some examples of the images that we are lucky to see (and before you wonder, yeah, I’m allowed to use the images as long as I don’t show the information attached to them):

Bonnie, one of the leopards (Panther pardus)

Common duiker ( Sylvicapra grimmia)

Bushpig (Potamochoerus larvatu)

African civet (Civettictis civetta)

Slender Mongoose (Galerella sanguinea)

Honey Badger (Mellivora capensis)

Chacma baboons (Papio ursinus)

Brown hyena ( Hyaena brunnea)

Common Warthog (Phacochoerus africanus)

Bushbuck (ragelaphus sylvaticus)

REVIVAL: The curse of the master thesis. Episode II

(Go  here for Episode I)

The next days I was going to the Serveis to measure the standard substances. I liked the Serveis because they were the most similar thing I had seen so far that was close to the precision and seriousness that my Physics teacher of the high school (aka La pellejo ( The skin; kind of female version of Mr.Barns of the Simpsons) had traumatized me to expect...even if I wondered why I had to be so careful with the methanol when doing the lipid extraction, but I could use it so happily in the Serveis to clean all the stuff... some of the many things that didn't make sense at all...

The best pattern to measure was the CH7, with was a kind of bloody plastic that stuck on every single thing it touched, so I needed one hour per beaker...Anyway, I tried to find it the positive point and I saw my long hours measuring as a Zen exercise.

It was the middle of December when one day I met the Great Portuguese along the corridors of the department and asked me if our supervisor had already looked up my selection of corpses...of course no. So, she did and then we went together to harass my supervisor so he reviewed it. Unfortunately, there weren't enough bodies of all the species I had to analyze...so, my new task was to find more rotten seabirds!! Additionally I had to start to prepare everything to my visit to a lab in Ciudad Real ( Ancha es Castillaaaaaaaaa) to do the fatty acid profiles.

So, I spend the next two weeks between the Serveis, lectures in the afternoons and contacting with fauna rescue centres to see if they could provide me with some (not too decomposed) corpses (I won’t bore you with details, but they were like 10 centres all around the East cost of Spain…nothing if we compare with my epic seek of pictures for my undergraduate project in which I wrote to every single zoo and rescue centre I found, from EEUU to Australia…) .

Fortunately, I could have a little break for Christmas…

Back again in Barcelona, while still weighting my standards in the Serveis, I was busy trying to get the material I needed for the lipid extractions, bothering the Great Portuguese more than she deserved. 

I had, finally, to start to collect samples of the corpses, and the first step was to find the ones that I had chosen! My first trial alone was pretty discouraging, nearly emptying one of the freezers without much success… But again, the Great Portuguese came to the rescue and agreed a date with me to visit the famous “Freezing Chamber”.

I remember pretty well that Friday evening, when pretty much everybody had left the department and I went to meet the Great Portuguese. She put on some gloves and a wool cap and I, stupidly said “Is it so cold?” to what she, kindly answered “In a chamber at -20ºC? Yeah!” (Even if that summer I used to enter there with my sandals…). We took the elevator to the last floor, where the Ecology department was, as well as the Jack the Ripper’s lair. We entered the Ecology department and the Portuguese opened the door of the chamber…a mess of boxes piled one above other appeared in front of us after a little cloud of water vapour. Creepy, more with the axe at the other side of the door…good to know that there was emergency exit XD!

 

With a printed list of where the corpses were supposed to be, we were carrying boxes in and out trying to get all the death birds I needed. Then came one of those moments that tells what kind of person you are. The one who was my boyfriend then was calling anxiously to my mobile phone. After some time the Portuguese said “ You can reply if you want” But in my mind this sounded with a Spaghetti Western tone and my mind interpreted it like “You, hen, reply that phone if you dare and we will prove that I’m more scientist and more dedicated than you will ever be” So I thought “F&%ck it! And said “No, It’s not important” and we continued piling up and down death seabirds, not only in the chamber, but on the cellar too. Some young people spend their Friday evenings having beers and fun, I moved corpses…and then some people wonder how Dexter can be one of my favourite series…

Some days after, a nicer episode came about, and the Valencian and I went to one of the fauna rescue centres to collect some corpses. The GPS didn’t get lost us too much and we arrived there on time and we could pick up nine precious dead seabirds, including a couple of Northern Gannets (nice animals…though kind of smelly inside…).

And this is how January ended up; you’ll have to wait little bit longer for the fascinating world of dissections and lipid extractions; tomorrow I have to wake up early to fix the data of the Samangos that the Cardiffian left before being introduced in the magic universe of tagging pictures of camera traps.