The Crimson Wing: Mystery of the Flamingos Page #2
But the more these chicks
wade into the water,
the more the salt accumulates
and hardens into a cement shackle
that cannot be broken.
High above the colonies,
circling like storybook witches.
They have come
from far beyond the lake
with their own mysterious knowledge
of what happens at Natron.
Very quickly...
...their intentions become clear.
Almost insatiable, a few marabous
can kill hundreds of chicks,
scattering and scaring off the parents.
With their gentle, curved beaks,
the flamingos are no match
for the marabous.
But every once in a while,
a parent wins a reprieve
for her chick.
One day, the chicks
have had enough.
Perhaps some instinct
tells them of a better place.
Somewhere beyond the salt.
Suddenly,
in their hundreds of thousands,
Guardian birds lead them away
and out across the miles
of the salt island,
perhaps on routes they took themselves
when they were chicks.
But there are those
who are left behind,
too weak or too injured
to make the journey.
Stories that barely began.
Each day, the surviving chicks
continue on across the burning miles.
Though they are reunited each evening
with their parents for rest and food,
it is the guardian birds
who lead this daytime march
and make sure even the smallest
find their way.
But the group can't wait for everyone.
The chicks burdened with salt shackles
fall further and further behind.
But, for the hundreds of chicks who die,
thousands will make it.
How far they've come.
The groups merge
and gather momentum
as if, at last,
they sense the destination.
And, reaching the edge
Of the salt island,
find the lake
with its cool, blue water.
And she has made it, too.
Cautiously at first...
...but then...
...up ahead...
...there are the others.
Leaving the salt island,
the chicks enter
the wider kingdom of the lake.
Here, a very different world
awaits them.
A living landscape,
complex and animate.
The Rift's escarpment rises
a thousand feet above the lake,
a rock wall severed
by deep canyons.
Here, amid the shadows
and the swifts,
Water gushes out from hundreds
of underground springs.
The water is rich
in sodium carbonate,
salty chemistry of the lake.
Dozens of springs and rivers
feed into a series of marshes
that border the lake.
Almost all of Natron's life
depends upon the relatively fresh water
And, for the next few months,
so too will the chicks.
Each morning,
the parents leave their chicks
on the muddy shore
below the marsh.
They spend the day almost
completely unsupervised.
They learn to feed themselves.
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