National Geographic: Rhythms of Life Page #4
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Instinct warns them to be back
before sharp-eyed hawks and eagles
take to the skies.
For millions of years,
mammals were the masters of the night.
In prehistoric days dominated by
dinosaurs, smaller, warm-blooded animals
took advantage of the relative safety
of the darker hours.
But the days when mammals were forced
to hide from the coning of the light
are long since over.
Now, in rain forests round the world,
near the top of the evolutionary ladder,
you'll find agile tree-toppers ready
and willing to celebrate their place
in the sun.
These proud primates,
central American howler monkeys,
inaugurate each day
with a morning chorus,
staking their claim to the trees
and life at the top.
Higher still cling their smaller
cousins, the spider monkeys.
With few natural enemies
they rule the roost.
Grasping hands and feet give them
confidence to live life out on a limb.
stereoscopic vision.
It gives them the ability to judge
distance precisely an.
And invaluable skill
when hurtling through the treetops
Somewhere deep
in the prehistoric past,
that of monkeys and apes.
And even if we no longer get to
work vine to vine,
and heritage,
and an attachment to
the daytime hours.
It's programming imprinted on us both
by the ever circling sun
and its cold celestial partner.
Lunar rhythms cast long shadows
over daily life on earth.
Though the mile-high tides of creation
have shrunk to swells of mere feet,
the rise and fall of the oceans
still exerts a powerful force.
From 240,000 miles away,
the moon's pull wields power
enough to carve the coastline
and buoy up the polar ice.
Four times a day,
the sea scours the coast,
always retreating, always returning.
It's a force both destructive
and life-giving.
Many creatures thrive here, on the
shifting boundary between sea and land.
On gentler shorelines,
each time the tide retreats,
it leaves behind a feeding ground
replenished by the sea.
The lull between high tides
sees a race for survival,
a race against the lunar clock.
These scavengers must
feed their fill now.
Sand-bubbler crabs pick food
from the net of the sand,
sorting out trapped particles of
seaweed and other plants.
They leave behind
delicate spheres of sand.
It's a temporary testament
to their labors.
Combing the territory
around their burrow,
they scar the sand with their tracks,
each lone scavenger attending to
its own hunting ground.
Other creatures march boldly forward
with the strength of numbers.
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