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Malagasy legend of the Eagle and the hen : "The cry of the Eagle.

Do you know why, According to Malagasy legend, the Eagles are pushing this shrill ?
Non ?
Perhaps you then know why they catch the chicks of the villagers tirelessly for devour them only the belly ?
Non ?

Well a very old story told by former sakalavas around the fire the night before a good coconut to the patsas ravitito (leafy vegetables of cassava pounded and baked decorated with small dried shrimp coconut milk) gives us a pretty rational explanation.

One day, a little smarter than his fellow hen wondered why, She and other chickens, could not fly even though God them have equipped with large wings.

She could ask the other hens but they only thought about eating and don't care to know the reason why they were not like the other birds.

The Drongos did not even take the time to listen to the little hen, much too proud to discuss with a bird that does not fly...

Turkey had no explanation being himself in the same situation.

The tiny foudi, as for him, had his theory, He had always found chickens too big. He was certain that the reason was that they were too heavy to make their wings wear them.

The little hen then began a long-term plan to become slimmer. She did a lot of sports by running every day, several times. She eventually becomes very athletic, a real chicken bicycle.

She decided to hard to climb to the top of the highest tamarind and threw himself into the void by flapping its wings as quickly as possible. His fall was slowed down, certainly, and she could walk a few metres, but it's a drop, not a flight.

Fun spectator of this scene, the majestic Eagle assured the egg weight was not an issue. The Eagle, yet heavier than the little hen, made a wonderful demonstration of flight over the beautiful beach of Antanimalandy. Loons, management changes, static flight, an impressive technique. All were amazed by such mastery of flight.

He assured the chicken had not enough feathers and, sensitive to the disarray and the determination of this last, the Eagle given to him as a gift one big pile of beautiful feathers put aside for a long time for the nest making and also gave him a fine needle to sew feathers on its wings. The Eagle was particularly his needle because she allowed him to keep a regular plumage and his mastery of the flight so important to its survival. This needle was gold and had been given to him by his parents the day of its first flight. He made it clear, insistently, to take the greatest care under penalty of severe reprisals.
He would search his property 2 days later.

The hen began the long work of sewing on its own and, the evening, put the needle into a place safe, under the sand near the chicken coop.

The next day, the work was completed with the help of Turkey, very curious of the result, and, the evening, She gave the needle in the same spot under the sand.

The next day, even before having tested its new wings, the hen lives imposing Eagle arise near the henhouse to see the work done. He was impressed with the result, the hen was beautiful and looked a bit like an eagle. He congratulated her for her determination and claimed his precious needle.

She searched the needle exactly where she had hidden it and found nothing. She did not understand, yet she was certain of the exact location. It was taken in a cold sweat...
The Eagle had little patience.

She called Turkey to ask him if he had seen anything the night before and it reported that he had seen the chicks play near the hen house at that location. The Turkey was convinced that one of the chicks had eaten the needle, as they used to swallow everything and anything.

They questioned the chicks under the angry eyes of the Eagle. They used to an incomprehensible gibberish and none could report clearly what had happened the day before.

The patience of the Eagle had reached its limit. He had a heavy and noisy flight and a cry that terrified all the birds.

Since this day, the Eagle running constantly in the air by claiming, in a frigid cry : "My aiguiiiiiiiiiiiiiiille"., My aiguiiiiiiiiiiiiiille my aiguiiiiiiiiiiille' and grab, one after the other, the chicks of the village who are overdrawn and opens the belly to check if it does not contain his valuable needle.

The chickens as they, searching the ground with their hind legs relentlessly in the hope of finding the little sewing accessory that, It must be said, never allowed to the little hen to take off.

Still a mystery, but the chickens no longer try to understand why they do not fly.

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This story was told to us by Richard, our sailor since 7 years. This legend among many others have been told to him by his father.