Many years ago I had my daughter Margaret in tow. We were visiting the Portland zoo, one of our favorite places. We were standing before the huge glass cage that was part of the home of the orangutan family. It was a cool fall afternoon, and we watched as the baby ran to it’s mother to cozy up – get warm. The mother took a large wool blanket, perhaps her only possession, shook it out like any mother would do, and then swung it around her shoulders as gracefully as a Martha Graham dancer. She pulled it down around her little one and sat there looking at us as we stared back. Any thought I ever had that these creatures might be of less value than human beings evaporated away that afternoon.