A Siamang and Her Little Passenger
The siamang barely moved while I framed the shot. Two long arms hooked around the timber, and then a bundle of jet-black fur with two enormous eyes peering up. I'd wandered over to Fota's gibbon island half-expecting the usual whooping chorus, but instead caught this quieter scene: mum holding her ground in a patch of sun, baby latched on to her. The light caught the auburn glints in her coat and the tiny one's startled little face, and I had maybe three seconds before she swung off into the […]https://inphotos.org/2026/05/06/a-siamang-and-her-little-passenger/











