Gay-Neck : $b The story of a pigeonMukerji, Dhan Gopal
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Gay-Neck : $b The story of a pigeon
Mukerji, Dhan Gopal
India -- Juvenile literature; Pigeons -- Juvenile literature
O thou blossom of eastern silence,
Take thy ancient way untrodden of men.
Go on thy dustless path of mystery,
Reach thou the golden throne of God,
And be our advocate
Before His Silence and His compassionate speechlessness.
The prayer frightened the eagles, unaccustomed to human voices. But
ere they were excited to fury our little ritual was over and we
hid ourselves under the stunted pine. The eagles, left without any
breakfast, looked out and scanned the sky for a sign of their parent.
They gazed below where flocks of parrots and jays flew, small as
humming birds. Wild geese came trailing across the snowy peaks where
they had spent the night on their journey southward. Soon they too grew
small as beetles and melted into space. Hour after hour passed, yet
no sight of the big eagle! The full-fledged eaglets felt hungrier and
hungrier, and began to fret in their nest. We heard a quarrel going on
in the interior of the eyrie which grew in intensity and noise till
one of them left home in disgust and began to climb the cliff. He went
higher and higher. Up and up he walked without using his wings. By now
it was past midday; we had luncheon, yet still there was no sight of
the parent birds. We judged that the eagle left in the nest was the
sister, for she looked smaller than the other eaglet. She sat facing
the wind, peering into the distance, but she too grew down-hearted.
Strange though it may sound, I have yet to see a Himalayan eagle which
does not sit facing the wind from the time of its birth until it learns
to fly, as a sailor boy might sit looking at the sea until he takes
to navigating it. About two in the afternoon that eagle grew tired
of waiting in the nest. She set out in quest of her brother who was
now perching on the top of a cliff far above. He too was facing the
wind. As his sister came up his eyes brightened. He was glad not to be
alone and the sight of her saved him from the melancholy thought of
flying for food. No eagle-child have I seen being taught to fly by its
parents. That is why younglings will not open their wings until driven
by hunger. The parent eagles know this very well and that is why when
their babies grow up, and the time has come, they leave them and go
away.
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