The place I think of as my true home is Glencairn, on the Cape Town South Peninsula. It is a sleepy hollow, populated largely by peaceful people who have a great respect for their environment and who, generally, try to make their impact on nature a gentle one. I kept a house there for many years, until it wasn’t viable for the amount of time we could spend there.
Rose and Brian Ashley epitomize the character of the people of the South Peninsula. Both are creative and they are a perfect match in their love of and support for conservation. Brian and my husband have been friends since their teens.
A side-effect, fondly tolerated, of living in this piece of paradise, is the presence of the Chacma Baboons. These mischievous creatures wreak havoc when they manage to get into a home, their actions appear to be deliberately destructive, but the residents – in the main – bear the vandalism with stoicism in the understanding that the baboons were here first.
Not all of the people, however. Herewith an account of an incident that happened last week. The saddest aspect, for me, was that cars streamed by and nobody (until Rose and Brian came along) stopped to take this poor creature off the road.
THE FOLLOWING WORDS ARE BY ROSE ASHLEY, WITH PICTURES BY BRIAN ASHLEY:
Tragic images (by Brian Ashley) of an estimated 3 month old baby baboon with his dead mother. The driver who killed the female apparently just drove off, as did a lot of other drivers – no one else stopped to help.
The female had been previously clubbed by a Simon’s Town resident (not sure how long ago) and lost an eye in the process, we assume the vehicle that hit her, came at her on her blind side. Plus she had electric cable burns on her hands from a recent electrocution. Life is so hard for our urban baboons.
The Waterfall Troop on Red Hill Road paying homage to the female.
An aunt gives the little orphaned boy love and reassurance as they finally take their leave … we were finally able to remove the female’s body.