| Sunrise and sunset were amazing times to be in the forest. Unlike during the heat of the day or the dark of the night, the animals were out and active. Hiding from the mosquitoes, we'd lay in our hammocks listening to the sounds of thousands of birds and insects filling the air. In the mornings when we were deep in the forest, something hummed a distinct repetitive tune in a low hypnotic tone that I would find myself singing later in the day. This relaxing song was often punctuated by howler monkeys' horrific sound, as if a tiger were killing something in a loud struggle in the trees. It wasn't until three years later, when given a chance to join a group of calling howlers did I become accustomed to their sound. |
