I WAS awakened in the middle of the night by what sounded like world war three in my house. There were sounds of screaming and crying and flailing around coming from my cage of cotton top tamarins. When I got to the cage I heard another noise, a high-pitched whine. I looked at the bottom of the cage and saw a little lump. It took me a while to work out that it was a couple of babies. I hadn’t known that the female was pregnant.
What was happening astonished me: the female was rejecting her twins. Baby tamarins are…
