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From the lens of a veterinarian: Bornean orangutan (man of the forest)


Veterinarian and wildlife photographer recounts traveling to the Bornean orangutan's native land to witness this curious creature firsthand

My first exposure to our distant cousin was at the Sun Surf Animal Hospital in California in 1983. The orangutan I examined was named C J, one of various orangutans featured in the Clint Eastwood movie, Every Which Way but Up. In the movie his name was Clyde. His appearance was a special treat for my good clients who would rush in when called and were entertained watching C J in a reception area chair.

While he waited to be seen, C J slurped down a cup of coffee with his big lips (All photos courtesy of Carl Palazzolo).

He was cooperative for his exam.

That experience inspired me to take trips to the island of Borneo in 1991 and 2012 to see the highly endangered wild orangutans in their native habitat. On both trips, I went to Camp Leakey (named after anthropologist Lewis Leakey) in Tanjung Puting National Park. Below are the details from my 1991 trip.

Camp Leakey was on the cover of National Geographic magazine in 1975 and 1980.

Camp Leakey was on the cover of National Geographic magazine in 1975 and 1980.

Our guides at Camp Leakey were called “Dayaks.” They were born in the rainforest and had intimate knowledge of everything jungle. We were not allowed to leave Camp Leakey without one of them accompanying us. They were friendly and warm young men who loved learning everything American.

This is a Dayak named Mr. Uil giving water to a young orangutan.

This is a Dayak named Mr. Uil giving water to a young orangutan.

At Camp Leakey, the accommodations were very basic. All 12 of us shared two rooms and one outhouse, with 9 women in the top room and three men in the bottom.

The Leakey "Hilton," where the 3 men in our group slept.

Bathing was done in the Sekonyer river. A venomous snake called a krait frequented the river, so it was a good idea to tell one of the sharp-eyed Dayaks it was bath time.

There was a separate dining area and kitchen. You could order anything you wanted for breakfast, lunch, or dinner—as long as it was rice. We were told about this cuisine ahead of time, so we brought cereal and peanut butter. The peanut butter ended up tasting better than usual after several days of rice 3 times per day.

Our stove, boiling water for you-know-what for dinner.

Our stove, boiling water for you-know-what for dinner.

Camp Leakey was a fascinating place with many “freeloaders” hanging around looking for an opportunity to break into our quarters and steal some food when we were out looking for their wild friends. Despite our best defensive efforts, one animal managed to get in and found someone’s bottle of Pepto Bismol and used it to redecorate the room.

The white-bearded gibbon was one of those freeloaders. He looks cute, but we were warned not to touch him.

The white-bearded gibbon was one of those freeloaders. He looks cute, but we were warned not to touch him.

Our days started at 4 AM as we headed into the dark rainforest with our Dayak guides to “hammock” under an occupied leaf nest high in a tree made by an orangutan the night prior. Headlamps weren’t allowed during our walk to the nest because the Dayaks said, “it would ruin our night vision.” By 5 AM we were in our hammocks under the nest nodding back to sleep in the dark, quiet rainforest.

It took me a few days to learn how to tie up my hammock as fast as the Dayaks.

Almost all our time was spent looking up at the orangutans high in the tree canopy.

The 6 am alarm clock for us and the orangutan under observation was a cacophony of noise from the cicadids and gibbons. As the racket subsided, the orangutan left its nest and moved through the trees with ease. We craned our necks as we followed it all day, resting in our hammocks whenever it rested. At 6 pm we made the long walk in the dark back to dinner, struggling to follow in the footsteps of the hungry and fleet young Dayaks.

At the end of a busy day, we had dinner with our group, Dayak guides, and researchers from all around the world. It was quite intellectually stimulating to be in the midst of conversations with experts in various fields.

Everyone ate together, and as per Indonesian custom, nobody ate until everyone was back in camp.

Everyone ate together, and as per Indonesian custom, nobody ate until everyone was back in camp.

Deforestation made it difficult for the female orangutans with young to find adequate food. To supplement their diet, the staff fed them a concoction of milk and rice at 4 pm every day. These females would hang out (literally) in the trees near the feeding platform awaiting the food.

They knew when it was 4 pm, and came down from the trees as the food arrived.

There would be a feeding frenzy as they stuffed themselves.

Some of the females would do their version of dine and dash.

Large male orangutans were in these trees in search of a female to mate with. When they came down from the trees to the feeding platform, all the other orangutans would scatter.

The males kept close watch of the activities at the feeding platform.

They move fast, and in no time were on the ground sizing up the receptive females.

We gave them a wide berth as they rushed past intent on a display of dominance at the feeding platform.

The large male orangutans weighed 300 lbs and had the strength of 8 men. There was always an element of feeling in danger when around them, so it was imperative a Dayak was with you when they were near. Whenever I was close to one, I could never get out of my mind the thought that this was a person in a costume by the way they acted!

It is tempting to touch one when this close.

They have powerful arms and shoulders, and can bite viciously.

Their hands are huge, and with those powerful arms and shoulders, can easily crush you or drag you helplessly into a tree.

Males don't hesitate to fight, and several of them had stiff and missing digits from bite wounds. Hard to tell if this is a stiff finger from fighting or if it is the universal gesture of love.

As the only veterinarian in the group, I was assigned to examine the orphaned baby orangutans. Their mothers were killed by poachers that would sell the babies to private citizens, or they were killed by people who were logging the trees for wood. This logging led the way to devastating deforestation due to planting of palm oil trees.

Even at this young age they were as strong as the 3 of us and did not stop wriggling.

They had lungs to match their muscles.

My next patient examined me as much as I examined him.

It is obvious who came out on top during this exam.

Learn more about this trip and see additional photos here. In my next article, I will discuss my return to Camp Leakey in 2012.

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