06/08/2026
"What are we going to do with him?" Meidy could not answer my question. We agreed that we did not want another macaque in our house because the house is a dangerous place for him and he would cost us a lot from his breaking everything apart. And we surely did not want to put him in an enclosure. "I will take him to the Matahari by kayak."
The Matahari Wildlife Sanctuary is the land we bought for saving the wildlife of Malenge Island from the cruelty of human beings. It is 800 meters away from our current house, which is too far for a little macaque to return to our home by himself. And, except for an unfinished house, nothing valuable David can break over there. "I will bring bananas every day until he is able to find his own food." But I know that there will be days I cannot do it due to rough sea.
While we discussed about what to do, Meidy gave bananas to David and he ate three of them. He must have been starving because the killer of his mother only fed him coconut he did not like. And he drank plenty of water. "He drank his own urine," said Meidy. And then we heard the calls of macaques.
"Why don't we join him to the troop." For a while I said nothing over Meidy's idea. I remembered Janey. She refused to join the troop, just playing around us while we were spreading bananas to the macaques. Sometimes she approached some little macaques coming close to us, but they ignored her. When adult macaques came close, Janey ran toward us.
"OK, let's try."
While we were spreading bananas and coconuts to the troop, David clang to Meidy's bosom. "He is pooing," Meidy said. David was scared. Defecating is the fear reaction from a young macaque. Janey did this when we clipped her nails.
When all foods spread, Meidy held David and clang him to the banana tree behind her, but he refused to release Meidy's hands. In the meantime the troop started to sound threatening calls, which I think frightened David and caused him to run away. Within a few seconds everything in chaos: Meidy screamed and ran after the troop chasing David. And I followed them cutting the path of the raiding the troop.
I did not see David after the troop left and was sure the troop did not get him because they still tried to pass me for a while before leaving. To make sure he was not injured lying on the ground, I swept the yard, hills and forest around our home for three days. But David disappeared up till now.
Whenever I remember David, I felt a stabbing pain in my heart. A little macaque living alone in the forest with hardly any food and water ( drought now) and under the threats from a hostile macaque troop during the day and a gigantic python during the night. I hope, however slim the chance is, David find the way to his own troop. Let Nature decides on his fate. At least he has escaped from the worst: the prisoner of human beings.