THE GUANIONIENS’ DEPARTURE FOR THE LAND OF PLENTY
One evening after the guanioniens had returned to their tree to spend
the night, and as they stood close together on a branch upon which they
had perched, the big guanionien said to his mate: “Dear, it is time to
prepare ourselves for the long journey we take every year at this
season, to go to our nest and repair it. The country where we have built
our nest will soon be a land of plenty; there will be berries, nuts, and
fruits in abundance. By that time little guanioniens will break out of
their shells into the world. The monkeys will come in great numbers to
feed on the ripened fruits or nuts, and,” with a laugh peculiar to
guanioniens, “then we shall be able to feed ourselves and our dear
little ones quite well.”
“It is so,” replied his mate. “The height of the sun, the intense heat,
dry moons and rainy moons that have passed away since we were in the
Land of Plenty tell us that it is time for us to go to our nest, repair
it, and raise a brood of guanioniens.”
Then came a long silence; the guanioniens were fast asleep.
The following morning they greeted each other, then started for the Land
of Plenty to visit their nest, which they had done every year for a long
time past. They flew in a bee-line. They knew their way perfectly well
through the air; but how, no one in the forest could tell but
guanioniens themselves. They had to travel over a thousand miles before
reaching their nest. Now and then they looked down upon the forest to
see if any branches were moving at the tops of the trees. This would be
a sign that monkeys were there. When they suspected that it was so, they
would soar above them, peeping deeply into the branches, but that day
they were unsuccessful.
Toward sunset they saw two giant trees growing close together, well
known to them, and upon these they perched for the night. After they
alighted they looked all around. They saw some nut-bearing trees, and
the big guanionien said to his mate, “Let us soar over these trees
to-morrow morning; perhaps we shall discover monkeys feeding on their
tops. We shall have to be patient, for as you know, dear, prey sometimes
shows itself at the last hour and when least expected. We cannot well
undertake this long journey without food.”
Then they went to sleep. Early the next morning they saw from their
resting-place branches of trees moving in several places, and knew that
troops of monkeys were feeding. At once they left and soared over the
monkeys and succeeded in capturing two, which they carried to the tree
where they had spent the night, and devoured them.
After this bountiful repast they said, “Now that we have had a fine meal
we can reach our destination without difficulty.”
In the afternoon a small black spot rose above the horizon in the east.
It gradually grew larger and larger against the sky, in spite of the
wind which blew against it.
The old guanionien flew to his mate and said: “Dear, by the look of the
sky a tornado will soon be upon us; the wind will blow fiercely. Let us
find a tree upon which we can shelter ourselves, for we are not strong
enough to fly against the tornado, and we could not possibly go with the
wind, for we do not know where it would take us. It might carry us to a
country we do not know.”
They looked around them and saw a tall tree, and flew toward it as fast
as their wings could carry them, and soon were perched in its centre,
being protected thus by its big trunk and many branches. They knew that
these would partly break the force of the fearful wind. They had met
with many tornadoes during their lives.
They faced the black spot, for they knew that the tornado was to blow
from that direction, then sunk their huge talons deeply into the wood on
the branch on which they were perched, so as to have a powerful hold and
not be carried away when the tornado fell upon them. They made
themselves as small as they could by bending their legs, and shortening
their necks.
They had hardly prepared themselves for their conflict with the tornado
when the wind blowing against the black spot stopped, then came a calm,
the precursor of the tornado. A white spot rose from the horizon under
the now huge black mass that had gathered. It was the tornado. In the
twinkling of an eye with terrific force it struck the tree upon which
the guanioniens were. The wind hissed through branches, many of which
bent as if ready to break, but the guanioniens had chosen a good place.
Nevertheless, they had a hard time to hold on and not to be blown away.
[Illustration: [Birds]]
Then the wind subsided, and terrific vivid lightning accompanied by
claps of thunder filled the open spaces and the great forest. It rained
in torrents and such rain as is only known under the mountainous
equatorial regions of that great forest. It stormed and thundered the
rest of the day and during almost the whole of the night.
The guanioniens had pressed their feathers close together. Fortunately
they were well oiled and the rain ran off over them, so that their skins
escaped a drenching.
In spite of the great storm, the guanioniens had short naps, at times
being awakened by the vivid lightning and terrific peals of thunder,
re-echoed from mountain to mountain.
At daybreak they awoke, and one said, “Dear, we have had a very
uncomfortable night, but at this season of the year we shall meet many
more of them.” Before leaving their tree for their journey, they made
their toilet, and it took them quite a while.
Not only the guanioniens, but all the birds have a bag or pouch just at
the end of the spinal column near the tail, full of an oily or fatty
soft substance, which they take from the opening with their beak and
with which they oil their feathers. The guanioniens had a big one
indeed, making a large protuberance.
They began to take the oily substance from their pouches, and their
beaks went through almost every feather, these being placed one upon
another as shingles on a roof. They were, in a word, combing themselves.
When no more oil was left, then they went back to their pouches for
more. They had plenty to do, for the heavy rain of the night had taken
almost all the oily matter from their feathers. When they had finished
they said to each other, “Now our skins are protected against the rain.”
It was just as good as if they had had on india-rubber coats.
After their toilets, the guanioniens continued their journey, looking
for prey as they went along, soaring after a long time above the place
where monkeys were likely to come.
One day they saw and recognized in the distance the giant tree upon
which was their nest. They flew toward it and shortly afterward perched
upon one of its branches with much satisfaction.
Looking at their nest, the big guanionien said to his mate: “Dear, our
nest requires much repairing: it is terribly weather-beaten; it is
getting quite old, and soon we shall have to make a new one. We have
raised many little guanioniens in this dear old nest of ours, two or
three at a time. Since we mated we have been true and faithful to each
other, for we guanioniens always keep true to our mates. What care these
little ones have given us! How we have had to protect them with our
wings from cold and from the rain! How hard we have had to work to feed
them, and to raise them until they could get a living for themselves! I
wonder where they all are now, and if they sometimes think of their
parents.”
The following day they began to work in earnest at repairing their nest.
They went in search of small twigs of trees and interlaced them and put
them where they were needed. Then three eggs were laid in it by Mrs.
Guanionien.
The guanioniens had a hard time while they hatched their eggs, and
became quite thin, for only one could go after monkeys at a time, and
these were not plentiful.
They watched the trees and could see the fruits, berries, and nuts
getting larger every day, and saw them changing color and coming to
maturity, and they were overjoyed, for their lives had indeed been hard
since they had come to their nest.