Early this morning a troop of Vervet monkeys penetrated the perimeter of camp. Swinging through the trees, running on the tin roofs and launching onto the tarp like a trampoline, making an incredible noise.
They drive Chuck, the camp dog, crazy; he runs around chasing them with absolutely no hope of catching one. They run amok: making a mess, stealing food and generally make a nuisance of themselves.
I love the monkeys, but the camp staff and dog, not so much.