The locals are friendly

We stopped outside a small village on our way down from the heights. We could hear an Asian barred owlet (Glaucidium cuculoides). We spotted it on a bare tree and saw it being mobbed by a few racket-tailed drongos, a mix of Dicrurus paradiseus and D. remifer. The show was over soon and we decided to walk on through the village.

All of these villages straggle down a fairly steep slope, so the road switches back several times to pass through them. We passed a house which seemed to be very busy, with lots of men coming and going. A few waved to us. We waved back and walked on. We passed the back of the house down-slope, and looked up to find a bunch of people at a window, looking at us. They broke into smiles for the camera. People were friendly, not like those racket-tailed drongos.

Running through a forest

When we were young, my cousins and I would occasionally rumpus through the house and be brought up short by our grandmother calling us “A bunch of oolluks.” When we asked her what an oolluk is, she would clam up and say “You haven’t seen one.” Years later, when I first saw a small family of Hoolock gibbons hooting and swinging through trees, I knew that I’d finally found the referent.

The Western Hoolock Gibbon (Hoolock hoolock) is a creature of habits. It wakes late, breakfasts at about 9 in the morning, plucking tasty leaves and fruits while swinging through its home range. Hoolocks live in nuclear families, papa and mama with at most three children. They have one child at a time, and when children mature at the age of six or seven they leave their parents and younger children to find their own true love and settle down. We saw a family of four: one infant, one boisterous child, and the parents. The featured photo shows the mother with child. The child’s fur will turn dark after it is six months old.

In a year or so it will look like its sibling (photo above) running in loose circles around its parents and perhaps getting into tight spots like the older sibling. We saw this juvenile come too close to the nest of a pair of lesser racquet-tailed drongos (Dicrurus remifer), and be mobbed by the pair. Drongos are great imitators, and we heard them imitating the call of a fish eagle when trying to drive the gibbon away. They succeeded, perhaps by just being sufficient nuisance rather than by being scary.

We’d woken at an unearthly hour to drive 60 kilometers across bad roads to reach the Hollongapar Gibbon Sanctuary, where we met an expert to guide us through the forest. When we first sighted the Hoolock family, the parents were seated comfortably in the canopy, facing each other just like a couple at home (photo above). The male is very dark in colour, whereas the female has a buff coat; but they are very similar in size. The white eyebrows of the male get extended to a nearly complete circle of white around the face of the female. Their calls were loud and elaborate, and are meant to advertise their presence. They were not shy, and largely ignored us.

The IUCN red list classes H. hoolock as endangered because of enormous population losses: halving every three generations for the last couple of decades. While this is partly due to hunting, most of the reduction is due to loss of habitat as forests get cleared for tea and agriculture. Anecdotal evidence from the Hollangapar sanctuary says that locally the population is growing. We will know when the results of the census of 2015 are published, and can be compared with the result of the old census of 2008.

Gibbons move very fast through the canopy, swinging from branch to branch. As you can see from the photos, their load bearing limbs are the arms, and they seldom put their whole weight on their legs, using them mainly for balance. We ran stumbling through the rain-forest below them, trying to avoid falling into hollows or getting entangled in vines. Once I had to use an arm to swing around a tree-trunk, and it was only later that I noticed the interesting reversal in the use of limbs between me and the gibbons. When they quietened down to eat something it was easy to lose them in the gloom below the canopy. Then one could tell their position only by the slow fall of dry leaves from a disturbed branch. My spectacles misted up continuously, so a lot of the photography was guesswork. I was happy that I’d spent the previous year getting back in shape; following the Hoolock family through the rain-forest would have been difficult otherwise.