I remember this and see them as refugees, thrown out of their homes, threatened by act of violence against them and then rehabilitated in “safer for now” locations. Perhaps we live in fantasy, imagining that these animals will be there forever and the sounds of their calls will bring the jungles alive every morning. This reminds me of a story I had read, of the inventor and radio pioneer, Guglielmo Marconi, who once imagined he could listen back through time. In his 60s, having suffered a number of heart attacks, he dreamed “of a device that would let him hear lost sounds, let him tap into these eternal frequencies. Marconi became convinced that sound never dies. He imagined how wonderful it would be to hear Mozarts first symphony played for the first time, the sound of your lover telling you they love you for the first time, hear your first child’s first cry after being born. Hear everything, ever said, forever.