We viewed in silence as both orangutans, a mom and her kid, ready themselves for an encroaching rainstorm.
While the air expanded thicker, the mom — which the regional overviews had nicknamed Minah — led her kid towards the cover and into a nest she had developed previously that day. After that, gathering vines and fallen leaves, she wove an umbrella from the vegetation and held it devotedly over her child.
Rumbling shook the ground, spooking a set of gigantic hornbills, that honked indignantly. The haunting phone telephone call of gibbons echoed throughout the cover.