Novel: AN UNWANTED FLIGHT
Ch # 5
Wild apples of Kazakhstan
Siberian crane wished to infiltrate in warm quilt or fur
coat of any human while sleeping on a branch among fluttering cold and wet leaves
of wide apple tree. Houbara dumped himself upon dark, wet algae along a noisy
waterfall veiled with Tremla and wild apple forest. The October night at Kazakhstan was getting
too frosty for those warm blooded fowls among ridges of Tian Shan
mountain
ranges.
‘China…Iran…China…Iran….Which
way to turn?’ Caspian sea…lake Poyang…Gobi desert or …’ the uninterrupted
uttering while sleeping was depicting Houbara’s restless forty winks. After
losing their migratory flyway towards China after hawk’s brutal attack; both
bird’s energies were so stressed out that these nocturnal fowls were snoring at
midnight.
It might be twilight when something fell right at Houbara
with buzz after breaching trees and bushes.
‘Oh my…an earthquake,’ Crane jumped up high till highest
branch.
‘Over here. She is an injured black-night baby Heron,’
Houbara was examining the baby black crowned heron.
‘She’s hurt. Fetch it some water, hurry,’ crane came
down.
‘Umm..,’ Houbara flew to near waterfall among dark dense
bushes and brought water in its beak.
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| Kazakhstan is in love with apples |
They feed themselves and almost unconscious Heron with
some fruit. Crane had a gulp around chilly water fall to feast with some fish. Houbara passed its time jumping around the apple
trees and grape wines.
‘Kazakhstan is famous for romance with growing, selling
and nourishing fruits specially apples. You would find almost every garden with
fruit trees particularly the famous wild apples of this region. Almaty mean
‘the father of apples’ is the largest city of Kazakhstan produce variety of
apples. No one can starve in Kazakhstan until it dwelled in with these fruity ‘gardens
of Eden’ at its foothills,’ Houbara had a look at sides from the highest branch
of coniferous tree.
‘We’re stuck at Kazakhstan and you’re upon an encyclopedia.
Just tell me what to do with this little hitch,’ crane pointed towards
unconscious heron.
‘Mama…,’
‘She is back,’ Houbara shouted.
‘Hey, are you ok?’ crane fluttered its wings nervous as
he would fly to its destination as soon as heron will declare ‘yes, I’m.’
‘Where is my mom? We started with a flock of migratory
birds e.g. herons and Mallards from Russia to spend winters along Caspian Sea
but I hit by a mobile tower and fell down. I want my mom…mama…,’ baby heron’s
noisy cry plagued their nerves.
‘Humans don’t want to let any species in peace on this
land except them. Birds are not safe even on such altitudes because of large
glass buildings, electric poles and now these mobile towers,’ Houbara grew red
with anger.
‘Stop your lecture and tell me the plan to fly,’ crane
murmured cheerless.
‘Off course we’ll fly Iran. Don’t worry, as soon as we drop
baby heron to her family at Caspian coast, we would leave for china,’ Houbara
looked straight in crane’s eyes.
‘Yes bro, until then the October will end but the winters
would wait for us to pass Himalayas, Tian Sian and Altai mountains towards
China. Don’t make me fool. I already
knew this…you would fly Iran. My mother was right; how a semi deserted fowl and
wetland bird can fly out towards same destination. We shouldn’t be friends. This
place is suitable for Houbaras to breed in winters and you luckily find an
excuse of this heron. Just carry on with this shit. I’ll fly alone to China,’
crane yelled.
‘It was you, who wished to explore new fly routes, new
destinations and new habitats towards east. Don’t forget we lost our flocks
just because of you and now you’re blaming at me. I’ve nothing to do at Caspian coast. If
you’re happy then we can leave this heron unaided,’ Houbara was calm.
‘Mama...mama…don’t
let me alone,’ the noisy heron swallowed an insect and started to cry again.
‘Just shut your mouth,’ they both screamed together.
‘Which side to go?’ Houbara looked around. Sky ambiance
looks like a vast, mysterious and never-ending ocean at such height. They flew
high at least 10,000 feet above ground in the air when an airplane passed them.
‘I wish birds would also hire a plane,’ crane turned 360
degree to spot the plane.
‘I know…my mother told me to navigate through that bright pattern of stars on sky,’ little heron pointed above.
‘Are you sure,’ Houbara got excited.
‘Yes,’
‘Let’s start,’ crane hurriedly flown away.
‘Wait. I meant my mother told me to fly opposite to this
pattern,’ heron called from back.
‘We’ve no choice except to believe on this creep. I hope
soon we’ll able to see Caspian’s wide coast,’ Houbara controlled crane’s
irritation.
They started at night to prevent themselves from day’s
hustle bustle and to avoid predators like hawks and humans.
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| apple forests at kazakhstan |
‘Bye Kazakhstan. Thanks for your hospitality especially
for delicious wild apples and green grapes. We wouldn’t be here if we won’t be
poor migratory birds who are forced to leave their habitats after nature’s
harsh slaps in winter. Our warmer destination is twinkling through your green
valleys and historical towns. Wish us a safe journey,’ ring at their legs
changed its color.
‘What is this? Isn’t it a bird ring used to track the
birds and to signify their identities? My mother told me about this? Isn’t it
irritable?’ little heron noticed small metal rings along their thin legs
astonished.
‘At this time, you’re the most irritable thing on this
land,’ crane yelled.
‘Why don’t you tell her that you manacled by these rings
just to eat 1 pizza slice from malicious humans?’
‘Zain and Yong would definitely spot us on their big
monitors through these bird rings but they can’t speck our obscurities while
our migration trips,’ crane talked to Houbara who was fighting with harsh winds
flying at its right.
‘And your scientist friends especially Yong would be
fighting with her imagination to create fairy tales about birds and their
different routes while migration to west,’ Houbara’s voice was quaking in fast
and furious winds at almost 15000 feet above ground now with high speed.
‘Hey buddy, are you ready for the race’ Houbara turned to
heron that was flying little behind them.
‘Umm…yes,’ little heron looked at crane and found no
choice except to agree.
They decided not to stay in between and continuously
travelled for at least three days with very little stop over to refuel black
crowned night heron.
Their stored energy was reducing with time but it was
lessening their weight to help them fly more high.
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| A MIGRATORY BIRD'S RHYME |
After traveling
for long they crossed Zenkov cathedral, famous Green bazaar, Sky resorts and
stunning Aral Sea of Kazakhstan and reached Caspian coast but still they had to
move forward along rocky coast. Many
flocks of birds from all sides joined them. After crossing the coast through Turkmenistan
they entered Iranian border near Fereydunkenar. That 700km long sandy shore line
with thousands of wetland species welcomed them at Iran. Heron looked for her
mother but it was almost impossible to look for any bird among population of
thousands of birds quaking all around…
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