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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 shadows.

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