The Crimson Wing: Mystery of the Flamingos Page #3
Their beaks are developing the
filters and distinctive shape
that will allow them to separate the
algae they need from the mud and silt
Of the marsh.
Her super soft down
is the perfect insulation
against the strong sun.
But it requires frequent grooming,
not only to keep it healthy, but to
encourage the growth of adult feathers.
Without those feathers, she can't fly.
No matter how hard she tries.
There are plenty of things
to want to fly away from.
The mongoose that lives
in the marsh, for instance.
As the chicks change and grow,
life in the marsh goes on.
Routine, yet quietly full of wonder.
she has grown more sure of herself
and her place in the marsh.
Now, her down has transformed
into a juvenile plumage.
And one by one,
Her wing feathers have fledged.
The day comes when she discovers
and a whole new way of being
is suddenly possible.
close to the lake and the marsh,
the familiar places
of her life.
But a flight that
will soon release her
above the earth, above
everything she has known.
No longer a chick,
but a young bird
the whole Rift Valley.
Every 30 years, Lengai erupts.
Deep in the volcano's molten core,
lava is pulverized by pressure
into ash and thrown upward
into the air.
The ash contains sodium carbonate,
the exact mineral
in the lake's water and soil.
It is as if each aspect
of the lake's landscape
A different incarnation
Of the same basic element.
Natron is one place,
water, earth and air.
And the flamingos born
on the lake's salt island,
transformed by its salt water,
embody Natron in a living form.
The flamingo's ceaseless journeys
among the many lakes of the Rift Valley
are nomadic rather than migratory.
For the flamingos
move of their own accord.
Natron, Bogoria, Embakai.
Magadi, Nakuru, Manyara.
They come and go as they want.
Their presence, the sudden
and complete possession of a lake.
But every lake has
its storybook witches.
This time, she keeps her story.
Just as they arrived at Natron,
like a magic act, the flamingos
suddenly disappear.
Born of salt, they possess the sky,
they absorb the color of the water
and their feathers
burnish crimson as the phoenix.
Their lives are
continual transformation.
And even in death, their forms shift
to something other.
Their feathers, bones, color,
their life force returned
to the lake.
As the seasons change, microscopic life
in the water blooms.
Natron becomes a lake of fire.
After six months without
a single drop of rain,
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