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I'm sitting on a bench in New York City's Central Park, waiting for the zoo to open. I have spent years observing macaque monkeys in the field, but these days I only teach and write about what they do, and I miss them. So whenever I'm in Manhattan, I hang out here with the snow monkeys (Macaca fuscata).
I've been visiting this troop for years. I have seen them in sunshine and snow; stood in the rain and watched them lick drops of wetness off their fur; held short business meetings in front of...
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