The way to India

Cawlin leaves me to be chewed up by the old crow saying "I'll eat some plums from further down, while you and Mother have your chat. I'll see you later at the island!"

Mother Cleverbrain steps along her grey-goat pedestal, and the goat comes closer. I feel dwarfed. Then the goat-crow mountain starts croaking some answers to my questions.

Mother Cleverbrain: "The easiest way to get to India as a bird would be to fly like the geese. They use air currents to propel themselves, and could easily get from here to the Danube today before the sun is down. Migrating ducks can fly just as fast. "

'Wait! what's a mi..grating bird?' asks Twistedfingers junior

"Birds who migrate spend the spring and summer here, and then fly across the globe in the fall until they reach the side with warm weather when it's winter here. They don't have a forever home like you and Twistedfingers do. So, Narcissus could fly to India if he was healthy and in good shape, which he is not" answers the old crow in a matter-of-fact tone.

I step back looking at my nicely preened feathers. I see nothing betraying weakness, but she is right. I could not fly that far.

Me: "I like your frankness, Mother, if I may call you so. While I have not been indulging in leftovers from humans recently, I have not flown much. Also, domestic birds pay with their freedom for their forever home. The forever home is more often than not a small prison slightly larger than the bird in which she lays all her eggs, which she is forced to produce in a year. At the end of the year she loses her life. Or if they are not egglayers, birds pay with the meat on their bones that's forced to grow as fast as possible. Instead of growing for a year, like you do, junior, you'd become as fat as your mother in a bit over a month. You'd live a short life that's optimized to produce as many eggs or as much meat as possible while using as little food as possible. You were lucky to be allowed to live with your mother. A productive farm would never have a chicken with one chick or leave chicken or ducklings with their mothers in the first place. Furthermore, even though it is known that bread and chips and the like make ducks (and other waterbirds) sick and too fat to fly, humans keep feeding the stuff to us. They also feed it to their own children, who develop plenty of problems of their own. Staying healthy and doing the right thing is a challenge for everyone."

I've replied defensively and ruffeled lots of feathers! Twistedfingers, who is otherwise a placid hen, now justifies her life choices like most females under attack.

Twistedfingers: "I am a respectable four year old hen, just a little on the chubby side. Junior is my first chick. I decided to have him when I heard them mention soup recepies when discussing my lovely self. Many humans have a single child, nowadays, and they don't have the hardship of having goats step on their toes. People also don't turn women who don't produce enough eggs or choose not to have children into soup when they get fat enough. If they did, most women would be soup. As it is the existence of junior saved my life only temporary. I happen to be owned by a family with a heart, but even they eat chicken soup at times, and sometimes they travel and leave us in the care of people who neglect us or give us away to strangers. So, who knows what next year will bring."

Mother Cleverbrain: "I was simply making a statement, Narcissus. And, yes, you can call me mother. All birds do. I am old and wise enough to be kind to everyone. Now, do you need any information or have you just come to lecture us, and judge Twistedfinger's weight?"

Me: "I am sorry for side-tracking the conversation. Please, tell me about getting to India."

Mother Cleverbrain: "Well, India is more than 7000 kilometers away. On a good strong, current a migratory bird can cover 100 kilometers in a hour. It's about as fast as the metal killers or cars as the humans call them can go. If they fly at that speed for 7 hours straight each day they could reach India in 10 days. However, keep in mind that currents have direction. They can help you go faster or slow you down. You also have to feel how the air rises when you fly. Flying is a bit like swimming: you can swim with or against the current, and you have to let the water lift you to swim. Cawlin, Penelope and Athena can fly at maybe 40 kilometers an hour, but we are not migratory birds. This means we fly to reach different feeding places and can cover maybe 60 kilometers in a day. So, let's assume you'll travel 60 kilometers each day. The Bega cannal is about 120 kilometers long, which means you could reach the Tisa river in two days. The distance you have to cover on the Tisa is some dozen kilometers, and so let's say it takes you half a day to reach the Danube. Then the Danube is long, and you go for maybe 1000 kilometers along it before you reach the Delta and then the Black Sea. This means you are looking at more than two weeks of travel. However, if you catch a ride on a truck it could be a day or two. From the Black Sea you'd have to hitchhike onto a big boat. It's too far otherwise. This is the route by water. Is that the way you plan to take?"

Me: "Yes, and, thank you,... you've lost me a bit."

Mother Cleverbrain: "I am a mother and I am glad when I can help my son or his friends. You thank me by doing what I say and by staying alive. To do so you must be aware of your strengths and your weaknesses. You are farsighted, Cawlin is clever with tools, Athena has wisdom and ability to handle the dark, and Penelope, Cawlin and Philip are survivors. All strengths have to be used correctly to compensate for your weaknesses. You, Narcissus, cannot live on a tree. Cawlin, Penelope, Philip and Athena cannot live in water for long. You must be aware of each other’s limitations in different environments. Cawlin will take care of you the best he can. He is a survivor, but you all have to help him and each other. Think about this. "

Me: "I will do as you ask, and thank you again, Mother Cleverbrain. I will come back tomorrow. It was nice to meet you, Edwina."

Mother Cleverbrain: "And, tomorrow, spend some time with the little human. Show him around your island. He'll learn some things from you and you'll learn some things from him. I want him to learn from different beings, different things. If he is raised right, he might be part of a better future. Although, I sometimes hold out little hope of such a future. However, it's our duty to keep trying. "

Edwina: "Nice to meet you, too! I might come along to see that island of yours. I hear it has some tasty grass. I could help you look after of the human kid for an afternoon. We have an uphill battle in teaching him right from wrong. His own father stares all day at a shinny screen and when he lifts his eyes he is annoyed at everything around him, and blames us. He says that goat curry and fried chicken are tasty. He'll likely think the same about fried duck. Of course, the father is American. This means he's never seen a cow up close, and likely wouldn't know one end of the cow from the other, but he thinks he needs cow meat to survive. He does not have the guts to kill us himself, and can definitely not kill a cow, or really eat goat. We are too tough for him! However, he likes to spread horror imagines around. Goat curry, indeed! I give him a good chase every time he wants to catch me, and last time he tried to put medicine down my throat, I sneezed, and it all went into his mouth instead. The faces he made!"

Caprioara who has not spoken before intervenes, "we should not speak ill of the little one's father. It's the world they live in. It often feels it's us against that world. Almost all people stare at the shinning phone things. The father did almost twist my neck the other day. It seems that after he spends all day sitting still, he needs to move, and does so by chasing us around, and by pulling us and pushing us as fast as he can. We give him a good chase, though."

Me: Any other advice mother? Anything else?

Mother Cleverbrain: "Before you leave, you should talk to other birds who have made this journey. Start with Cherub. She is no Cherub but she is a Cherug. That is a Saker Falcon (Falco Cherug)."

junior: "Wow! The falcon! I spent all summer hiding from her. Those claws! That beak! I tremble only when I think of it"

Mother Cleverbrain: "She lost her good friend Icarus last year. Icarus was grabbed by a Falconer and taken to the Middle East.

Narcissus: "I see..."

Mother Cleverbrain:"No, you don't. But in time, perhaps, you'll understand that birds must not forsake each other. Sakers are the national bird of three countries, yet they are endangered. Birds will not survive by their wits alone they will need buy in from humans. You will need to forge a bond with humans. You must find a way to show humans what beauty and talent we bring to the world. "

Me: "Where I can find Cherub?" I meekly ask.

Mother Cleverbrain:
“Like Athena, a nest she will never make
Someone’s old home she will gladly take
Search for an old stick nest in a tall tree
where lived a stork, or raven previously.
Ask Athena to provide a gift rat
Make sure it’s well fed and fat
Or else, what you had in mind
May not be what you will find
A hungry unknown raptor
May end up being a captor”

Twistedfingers: "Good luck!"

The interview is over. Mother Cleverbrain flies away from her pedestal on Edwina, and roosts on a chimney instead. As I look back at the old bird, she suddenly seems worried and already frail. The goat has stopped as if she is embarassed by this display of weakness. But Edwina is getting old too. I wonder if we'll find them back here if and when we return from India. I hope we do, because they are remarkable.

Edwina walks slowly to the little human, and sits near him as he plays in the sand.

"It's getting dark and I do not want him to be afraid" she explains.

Mother Cleverbrain

I tossed and turned all night. I asked myself all sorts of questions. Is it wise to leave yet? How long is the Bega? Which river does it spill into? What dangers will there be along the way? Should we fly? Should I swim behind the nest and will the rest of my team perch in it? Will the nest hold? Will it attract attention and be attacked?

At night I had this uneasy dream
That I was floating down a stream
Behind an odd and mismatched group
This incongruous most motley troupe
Two sparrows, an owl, and a crow
With corn, and rat carcasses in tow
In a nest that served as a boat
Non-swimmers to keep afloat

Then I realized that in all reality
This flouted the laws of buoyancy
With Four birds, corn, and dead rats that nest
Wouldn’t be a boat, but a submarine at best
An open one at that what a mess!
This plan we’d have to reassess!

In the morning, I told Cawlin I needed another day to make plans. Cawlin took a long look at my sleepless face and said "Let's chat with Mother Cleverbrain!". She's a legend among birds. Nobody knows her age because she is older than all of us. Mother Cleverbrain is good with numbers and loves grapes. After some thorough search, we found her in a clearing near a grapewine that ripes early and thus has grapes that are already very sweet. She was surrounded by her team of goats. Cawlin jumped on a brown goat to be on the same level as the old, wise crow before wispering "she perches on the goats to eat the bugs off them. The goats have even taken to using her last name. Those two are her favourites: Edwina and Caprioara. Edwina Cleverbrain is the grey goat with touches of white and brown in her coat, while Caprioara is the shinny brown that looks just like a hornless deer."

Edwina walked over almost stepping on me. I froze.

From above a croaky voice says "Hello, Narcissus! I've been waiting for your call. No need to worry over your toes. We've perfected this routine a long time ago. Cawlin, your wispers are loud enough for my deaf ears." Behind her a white hen with twisted toes, who had clearly been stepped upon by a goat, pecks at left-over grapes. She is followed by a tiny chick. They seem happy enough.

Cawlin answers meekly "How are you Mother? are you still worried over the fate of mankind?"

"Narcissus, I am in no mood for more loud whispers behind my back. Yes, I am really his mother. He gets his smarts from me. Do you think I would have left him to come alone all the way from India? As for my worry over humans, they spend all their time staring at some shinny objects in their hand. They call them phones. Of course, I am worried. Look at the man in the yard behind me. He is supposed to be talking to his child, and teaching him things like we birds do when we have chicks. Instead, he stares at the shinny thing, and the child plays alone. Yet they are together. Other humans are worse. They give phones to their babies. Then the children don't play and often don't talk. They just stare at the thing. This one plays and talks. The goats and I do our best to teach him to behave."

"His first food was goat poop. By now he's figured out it's better to eat plums and nettles.", Edwina helpfully pipes in.

"And grain. He can immitate all sorts of sounds just like you, Mother Cleverbrain." adds Twistiedfingers.

"Well... just like Cawlin, he has a smart mother who tries to understand the world, and I don't just mean me. His human mother recognizes our uses and lets us help instead of poisoning us like the rest of humanfolk. But enough about that. I hear you want to go back to India?"

By the Bega River: on the island

It's nightime. Something crash-lands in our shelter. It gets up and gleefully says: "Narcissus, I was expecting you'd be here". "Hi Athena!" I say trying to look unaffectedly cool. She startles me every time. After this interruption, what was left of the night passed peacfully for me, and busily for Athena. The next morning I found Athena grumbling that she did not have a place to roost on the island. I suggested the highest tree on the nearby shore, i.e., the one with the three woodpecker holes, and let her have a good days' sleep. I continued to inspect the river shore. Under some branches I spied an abandoned nest. It was floating. Cawlin saw it too. This is our raft he shouted, and proceeding to fill it with corn he had stolen from a nearby field and with a bunch of seemingly useless shinny objects. Athena had some mice she had caught and left to dry as supplies, while Penelope and Philip made a quick meal of the horse flies, mosquitoes, and other bugs that were gathering around us and by the dead mice. They report that horeflies are the juciest. I did not dream that I'd be travelling behind floating mice carcases, but Athena is a raptor after all and she needs food. And I won't be traveling at night. I need my beauty sleep.

A Hoopoe sings close to my island. I wake up thinking of the tasty water plants I had seen in the evening. I also want to catch some of those absentminded fish. Just accross the river there is a kingfisher. He hunts like lightning. I sit just below him, and try to catch some the fish he damaged, but did not manage to eat. The Bega offered carps, catfish and lampreys this morning. After fishing, I spent the day watching the dragon flies, and grasshopers flying about. I love a cruncy snack! Cawlin spent his time with a friendly magpie. The big-beaked creature (remember, never call your friends names) wants to convince her to come to India. She answers diplomatically "How exciting! I'll come some day ... when I am a bit older". Penelope and Philip are fascinated by blue tits and grate tits and watch them catch the crawly creatures that eat leaves. I like the egrets and storks better. They catch frogs, which are a big, tasty treat. Then there are the swallows who appear to dive in the water, but, gracefully, barely touch its surface. I wonder if it's to drink beak-fulls of water or to catch bugs or both.

A hawk circles above. I go in the little room I made among the willow trees. He pounces! I hear Athena scream. I have never heard Athena scream before and let me tell you it was not a scream of amazement. He rips the thick curtain of branches and gets in. I rip some of his wing feathers and Cawlin hits him with his powerful beak. What a fight! Just as suddenly as he appeared he leaves to look for other prey that is too startled to fight back.

We'll leave for the Danube at dawn...