Rob and me in Granada, just before we left Nicaragua
By popular demand, the blog must go on. For more than a year, I chronicled my adventures in Nicaragua (see Nicablogua for the unabridged version) while I was there conducting my dissertation research on the feeding and foraging behaviors of mantled howler monkeys (Alouatta palliata). Wrinkle Belly, Uno, Wilma, Mabel, Scooby and all the others taught me valuable lessons about life and death in an extremely degraded and seasonal forest habitat on La Isla de Ometepe, Nicaragua. Now I am back in the US, with all my data in hand. Thus begins the long uphill climb of weaving together all these seemingly disparate strands of information and—if not answering the questions I set out to answer—at least answering something.
I can’t promise that this new endeavor will be as entertaining as my daily adventures in the jungle, but I will do my best to highlight anything interesting that comes my way.
For now, this is all. Thanks for reading.
By popular demand, the blog must go on. For more than a year, I chronicled my adventures in Nicaragua (see Nicablogua for the unabridged version) while I was there conducting my dissertation research on the feeding and foraging behaviors of mantled howler monkeys (Alouatta palliata). Wrinkle Belly, Uno, Wilma, Mabel, Scooby and all the others taught me valuable lessons about life and death in an extremely degraded and seasonal forest habitat on La Isla de Ometepe, Nicaragua. Now I am back in the US, with all my data in hand. Thus begins the long uphill climb of weaving together all these seemingly disparate strands of information and—if not answering the questions I set out to answer—at least answering something.
I can’t promise that this new endeavor will be as entertaining as my daily adventures in the jungle, but I will do my best to highlight anything interesting that comes my way.
For now, this is all. Thanks for reading.
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