“I was left isolated, nostalgic and without purpose,” she said. Take a break in nature.

“After a particularly strong thunderstorm (September 2018), I found a baby bird on the ground known as a tan capuchin, barely a month old,” Bourne-Taylor said.

“He was deserted by his flock. His eyes were closed and he was trembling, and he was too small to live alone. It was the size of my little finger, with rich tea biscuit-colored feathers, eyes like ink, and a beak as small as a pencil.”

The little bird and the woman created a close bond in no time.

The next day, he woke up with his mouth open and screamed of acute hunger. Termites fed him and instinctively sang to him. She screamed back and climbed into my hand, and dug into her beak and head, then fell asleep in my palm. To him, I was his mother. For the next 84 days, he lived on me.”

Tan Capuchin had grown large and strong by the end of the year and was able to join his herd.