07/06/2026
Yesterday, as I was driving out, I saw Bobby.
For those who don’t know him, Bobby is BB1, the baboon from Tokai who broke his back as a youngster and relied heavily on his brother, BB2. The two were inseparable.
As adults they became separated, and Bobby eventually found himself in Hout Bay before being relocated to Simon’s Town. Shortly afterwards, the devastating fire of 2023 broke out. Against all odds, Bobby survived and somehow made his way down to Paradise Road, where he spent time recovering on rooftops, helped in no small part by the kindness of local residents who watched over him during that difficult period.
His brother, BB2, ended up in Diep River, almost certainly looking for Bobby. He too was relocated and, as far as we know, the brothers never saw each other again.
When Bobby first arrived in Simon’s Town, he was probably one of the most submissive adult males I had ever encountered. He desperately wanted to belong. He was often bullied, frequently injured, and carried the scars of battles he never seemed to seek out. Even youngsters would harass him as he tried to find his place within the troop.
But Bobby never gave up.
Slowly, patiently, and through sheer determination, he earned his place. The gentle, damaged baboon that many of us worried about became one of the troop’s most successful males. He survived challenges that would have defeated many others, formed strong bonds, fathered offspring, and became a respected member of the troop.
Yet what makes Bobby extraordinary is not his strength.
It is his kindness.
Years ago, Lefty, a tripedal female and amputee, gave birth to little Linda. Lefty’s previous babies had often become vulnerable once they were old enough to walk but still needed close supervision. Bobby stepped in and began carrying Linda himself.
Since then, he has continued carrying and caring for his youngsters.
Yesterday, I watched Bobby walking quietly down the road carrying another tiny daughter. There was no drama. No aggression. No conflict.
Just a father carrying his child.
That image has stayed with me.
Because for all the debates, politics, management plans, public meetings, opinions, complaints and endless arguments, sometimes the truth is much simpler.
Sometimes it is just a father protecting his daughter.
As we face an uncertain future for these troops, I find myself thinking about all the stories we risk losing.
Not the statistics.
Not the management reports.
The stories.
Stories like Bobby’s.
A youngster who broke his back.
A brother who lost his brother.
A baboon who survived fires, relocations, bullying and hardship.
A gentle soul who never stopped trying to belong.
A devoted father carrying his daughter down a road in Simon’s Town.
May Bobby remain safe.
May his offspring remain safe.
May his troop remain safe.
And may we never forget that behind every baboon is a life, a history, a family, and a story worth telling.