This story was told by the most ancients, those who were more ancient than
those we know of in this great land. The most ancients are of a time when the
oceans did not divide the other lands, and when we were all one people with
those of other great lands. Yes. There are other great lands, and we are all
from the same people. We knew the most unknown and unspoken mysteries and
stories of the land, the sea, the air and all the living upon this great place
below the flying clouds. Our most ancients spoke of the living, all birds,
animals, fishes, snakes and men as one. Thus, we knew of why some animals
behaved the way that they do, and why some animals are in the manner that we
see them.
In the time of the living that we do not know about, beyond the
knowledge of the most ancients, birds and animals were moving about in a manner
and aspect that we would find strange. But, the most ancients do say, that
once, the crow and the hawk were friends, and that they went about their daily
lives as one would do with human friends in these days. They would live like
humans did, and would cook and eat their food in similar ways of the most
ancients. They lived in a small thatch roof hut that was supported by a single
tree. This is what we call a ‘gunyah’
in our recent times.
The crow and the hawk were handsome looking birds, and they were
inseparable friends. They hunted together and flew about to help each other.
Their prey animals were always wary about the crow and the hawk. The snakes and
the small rats would be careful even if they would see only the crow or the
hawk, for they knew that the other would be somewhere near.
On one such day, the crow and the hawk decided to hunt separately. This
was very unusual for them. They had not been successful in their hunting on
earlier days, and the hawk advised that it would be better for them to search
and hunt in different places. This would help them get twice the prey that they
usually caught. But, before going away separately, the hawk pointed out that
they would return to their usual resting place in the desert, and would begin
to cook the prey that either would have caught. This would help the other to
get some decent cooked food, since the one who would be last to reach the spot would
need food desperately. The crow agreed, since the hawk was his best friend, and
they had helped each other through their lives.
The hawk was not so smart in his hunting, and the crow had realised
that. The hawk seemed to be content with flying to the highest location, with
the sun behind him, and would wait for any telltale sign of prey. The crow was
absolutely unlike the hawk. The crow preferred to dive straight into the Sun,
even if he could not see any prey. He preferred to scare his prey, for they
would not know the manner of predator that came at them from opposite the sun.
The hawk wanted to wait for the prey, while the crow wanted to go in search of
the prey. The hawk felt that one should conserve ones’ life energy, while the
crow declared that one should struggle, work hard and make determined efforts
to seek ones’ food.
The hawk went to hunt in the direction of the Sun’s path. Thus, he flew
from West to East and lost the advantage of the day. The crow was keen and
happy to struggle and challenge the sun. So, he flew directly at the sun, and travelled
East to West. He increased the length of the day by flying towards the West. Very
soon, by noon, the crow arrived at an extensively spread out wetland. He knew
that the wild ducks of this wetland were very confident about their ability to
escape from any predator. The crow and the hawk had failed on all their earlier
occasions that they had come to this wetland to hunt for ducks and other water
birds.
The crow was a smart hunter, and he hid inside the high grass stalks
that were at the banks of the wetland. The water birds and ducks were in their
thousands and were very confident that they were safe. On several occasions the
crow and the hawk had come to hunt the ducks. The hawk chose to sit openly in
the tall forest trees around the wetland, and the ducks could spot him very
easily. They would immediately scatter and hide in the undergrowth near the
wetland and some would fly away to other wetlands. The crow had tried to
explain to the hawk that this was not the way to hunt but he would not listen
or understand.
Today, the crow was alone and he decided to hunt in the manner in which
he would be successful. He knew that the ducks would never come to forage
inside the tall grass stalks for they would be very wary. First, he used his
sharp beak and sliced one of the grass stalks, and cut a long piece of it for
himself. He tested it by blowing in with it, and knew that this would work for
the purpose he had in mind. Second, he gathered up the soft grass and wove a
small bag. He hung this bag around his neck. He needed this bag to keep the
ducks in, after catching them.
Next, the crow went to the banks of the wetland, and picked up some of
the softened clay of the soil. Carefully, he rolled them tight, and made two
small clay pebbles. He placed these clay pebbles in his nostrils. Now, he took
the sliced up hollow grass reed, and walked slowly into the water of the lake. Never
for a moment, did the crow ever doubt himself that he would not succeed.
He could now breathe with the hollow grass reed that he made sure would
stay above the level of the water. The crow had walked in to the water
completely. He was not seen. One could only see the tiny hollow grass reed that
was moving about in the water. This could be spotted only by a very keen
observer. Why would the ducks ever suspect that a predator would be hunting
them so cleverly? The crow knew that the shadows of the tall forest trees would
play tricks on the surface waters of the wetland, and nobody would ever realise
that there was a hunter moving about.
The ducks were swimming about in the shallow water areas near the
banks. They like to disturb the shallow waters and hunt for small fishes,
insects and all other tasty prey that would start moving about. Very soon, the
crow was walking about quietly amongst the ducks. He stood still, without
making any obvious movement. One of the ducks got curious about this grass reed
that seemed to move about by itself and came closer.
The crow knew that this was the best moment, and in an extremely rapid
moment, seized the duck by the leg and pulled it below the water. With one swift
jab of his beak, he killed the duck and hid it inside the bag that he had
around his neck. The other ducks did not notice this, because some ducks would
constantly dive inside the waters in search of prey and would come up at some
other spot elsewhere in the wetland. Slowly, with this perfected technique, the
crow had caught about two more ducks. Satisfied, he walked away from the
shallow waters, once again, into the grassy area, and hidden, he came up behind
it.
Walking away from the wetland, with his heavy bag of ducks, the crow
was tired. He walked towards a slow flowing river that seemed to have been born
from the wetland. The crow knew that there were some very tasty fish in this
river. He had come with the hawk on many occasions but they had never been
successful. The fish knew how to escape the hawk, because they could always
spot him perched on the tall trees on the river banks.
The crow was a very determined hunter today. He hid the bag of ducks
under some rocks and grassy outcrops, away from the heat of the sun. Once
again, he went about the grass stalks, but was in search of a very different
type of grass variety. He found it soon enough, and skilfully, he had sliced
it, and sharpened one end to become a very dangerous lance-like spear. With this
sharp lance, the crow walked into the shallow edge of the river waters, but did
not go underwater.
He stood at the edge, waist-deep, and was very still. The lance-like
grass stalk was kept hidden, but was very alertly kept ready for throwing. The
fishes knew the crow, and were of the impression that he was a foolish hunter,
because he would always come with the hawk. They were not afraid of the crow,
and swam near him. With his sharp eye, and alert stance, the crow threw his
grass-lance at the fish, and with the first attempt, caught a really good sized
fish. The other fish were alarmed, and did not realise that one of them had
been caught. They had not moved away, and before they could understand the
threat, the crow repeatedly used the grass-lance and caught more fishes. He was
happy and content now, and picked up the fish and ducks and went back to where
he was supposed to meet the hawk.
What was the hawk doing in the meantime? As usual, he was not lucky. He
had been over smart, and had been very ambitious. He had spotted what the most
ancients knew as, a Gongurru, or what
the ancients knew as Gungurru, or
what you now know as a Kangaroo. So, we will describe the target prey in this
tale, as a Kangaroo, so that you will understand it better and easily. The hawk
had spotted a Kangaroo, with the sun behind him. He perched on a nearby tree, and
waited for a good moment to hunt the Kangaroo. What he did not realise was that
his shadow fell nearby, and the Kangaroo knew that there was a hawk behind him.
In a flash, the Kangaroo hid behind another tree, and slowly moved away from
the open patch of grass within the forest.
The hawk was puzzled. He had seen the Kangaroo moving about peacefully.
He had not made any attack, and had stayed perched in the tall trees, high
above the canopy. But suddenly, the Kangaroo was now out of sight. The hawk
glided inside the canopy quietly, perched in the lower branches where he was
perfectly hidden. Soon enough, he spotted the Kangaroo moving about in another
open patch. Thinking himself to be smarter, the hawk moved again to the higher
branches, out in the sun, and perched up, above, to keep a watch on the
Kangaroo. And as before, his shadow was easily spotted by the Kangaroo.
This hide and seek game went on through the day, and the hawk was getting
very angry. He was angry with the Kangaroo and also with himself. He could not
understand as to how the Kangaroo was able to move away out of sight, before
the hawk could attack. Very soon, the day was turning to dusk, and the hawk was
very hungry. He decided that it would be better to go to the river and try and
hunt some fish. But, the river was all disturbed and the fishes were in panic
after the crow had successfully caught some of them. The fishes were discussing
this sudden attack, and had not been able to understand that it was the crow.
The fishes and other animals inside the river were all in hiding. The
hawk did not know about this. He kept searching for fish and any movement
inside the river, but there was none. The sun was going down in the West very
fast, and the hawk was now very angry and very very hungry. He decided to get
back to the small thatch hut that was his home. He hoped that the crow had been
successful in the hunt and had been able to cook some of the prey, and he would
get something to eat.
That was not to be. The crow had returned to their hut and had started
a small wood fire, and had slowly cooked the duck and the fish. He had waited
for the hawk to return, but it was getting much delayed and the crow was hungry
for he had not eaten for many days. He ate one duck, and then one fish, and
then one duck and so on, and pretty soon, the crow found that he had eaten all
the prey that he had caught that day. By the time the hawk had returned, he
found that the crow did not have any food left for him.
He looked around, and he could smell the cooked duck, and he knew that
it had been tasty. He counted the bones and saw all the feathers lying about,
and he knew that the crow had eaten more than one duck. He was very angry with
the crow. And as he moved about, he could now smell the fried fish, and all the
succulent fish meat had been eaten by the crow. He counted the fish bones that
were lying about, and he knew that the crow had eaten more than one fish. Now,
he was extremely angry with the crow.
The hawk spoke accusingly to the crow, and said, “I thought you to be
my friend! We have been together for so long a time and we have hunted and
eaten together. I have shared my thatch hut with you and my wood fire with you
on many occasions. Over some days, we have not eaten well, and our hunts have
not been successful. You knew that, and you knew that I would be hungry. Yet, I
find that you have eaten many ducks and fishes, and have not kept any for me?”
The crow knew that he would be accused by the hawk, and therefore, he
kept quiet, waiting for all the accusations to be completed. The hawk
continued, and said, “I had a very bad day today. I could not even catch a
fish, and I had also tried to hunt a Kangaroo. Each time that I tried to catch
the Kangaroo, my heart said that I would share it joyfully with my dear friend,
the Crow. But now that I have come back to our dear home, I find that the wood
fire has gone down, and you sit content and happy that you had caught many
ducks and fishes.”
The crow could not hold back, and replied, “You are the reason for our
bad hunting. You do not know how to hunt properly. Every day, you are the cause
for the prey to be alarmed and for them to escape. Today, by myself, I could
catch several ducks and fishes, with intelligence and strategy. You do not use
either. I thought that you must have gone to hunt the Sun, for you seemed to
fly directly towards it. I tried to keep some food for you, but you were too
late, and I could not resist. I have eaten everything that I had cooked.”
This was a very upsetting reply from the crow. The hawk could not
believe that his friend would betray him in this manner. He attacked the crow,
and rolled him in the ashes of the wood fire. The crow was taken aback, not
expecting such an attack from a dear friend. He did not realise that he had
been selfish and that he should have kept some food for his friend. The hawk
was very angry and attacked the crow repeatedly, not allowing him to get away
from the ashes of the wood fire. After a while, the hawk got tired due to
hunger, and went inside the thatch hut, to sleep and await the next day.
The crow found it very difficult to get out of the ashes of the wood
fire. He went to the nearby pond to wash off the ashes, but one should know
that all living beings, even if having been burnt, are keen to teach a lesson
to a very selfish being. The ashes of the wood, from the living tree that had
given up its branches, had decided to teach a lesson to the crow. They stuck
fast to the feathers of the crow, and could not be washed off. And from that
moment on, the crow has always been black in color.
The pond, with several living beings within it, was also angry with the
crow. The wind and the soil near the wood fire were very angry with the crow. Thus,
the wind, fire, soil, water and the sky above, got together and decided that
from that day onwards, the crow would not be able to use any of his skilful
hunting strategies to kill living beings, but would mainly have to survive on
garbage, dead meat and the waste of other animals that would be thrown away by
them.