The origin of the parrots fall and Kamshout
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On the large island of fire land, also known as the land of the end of the world, the Selk'nam natives better known as the Onas had been established.
These Indians had a peculiarity, they were very large Indians, considered the greatest of America, their average measures were of 1.80 cm, with an incomparable force, Indians very feared in the region, live of the hunting and the fishing, the guanaco, its Favorite meat, sometimes they ate fruits and vegetables.
This is a beautiful story of the south of my country, the land of the end of the world, in a remote time the thickness of the place always remained green, the bushes did not dissolve, autumn did not affect them
In the village of the Onas lived an adventurous boy named Kamshout, this boy had a particularity liked to travel in unknown course, he left his land without knowing where he was going, as he would say, where the wind carried him.
It was very common to see him travel, he was away for a few days and returned with beautiful stories, which he has accumulated in his journey, a boy dear to his simplicity, all the towns of the south had already visited, and on each trip was encouraged to travel more Kilometers, the stories of his trip were expected by the people.
At each arrival of his journey was a real ovation, a people dependent on the chronicles of the boy's journey, the whole village Onas gathered in a camping of the forest to delight their ears with the stories of this globetrotter.
By his way of life, there was no love in his payment that waited for him, this made his trip more pleasant, he could take the time to acquire the knowledge of other places.
Kamshout had been more than a month since he had returned from his last voyage, the natives of the place were worried because of the stranger's way of acting, he had never been so many days on the island, they feared that the young man would not travel any more if this happened Who would bring news from outside the village, one day he saw him leave, calm returned to the place, eager for his return, to hear his new adventures, the days began to pass, became weeks, maybe months and the boy did not return, The Onas began to miss their life stories, they spent many days, more than the boy used to return, so much was the wait, that the inhabitants lost hope that the young man was alive and gave up for dead, days passed , The settlers became accustomed without the young man, to the point of forgetfulness, in the thicket, and no one spoke of Kamshout.
When no one noticed his absence, the young man returned, very poor and old, but he brought valuable anecdotes of his journey, the people shone with joy, the sad faces were gone, they waited anxiously for the night to listen to the anecdotes of the boy, at nightfall Gathered in the open space of the thicket, to delight his ears with the adventures of the boy, to tell the chronicles of his journey without any fuss, his talk was interesting, until arriving at the passage where he comments having known an enchanted place, very Remote, far from the land of the end of the world, this explains the delay of the young, anxious, euphoric eagerly describing his discoveries, narrated that he knew a beautiful jungle with ancient tree, a huge jungle difficult to travel, it seems to have no end, but The thing that charmed most was that these trees were torn, their leaves are carried by the wind as it passed, when autumn arrived the trees were stripped of all their leaves, leaving their branches unprotected, but I assure that when spring came the trees began Like the beginning of a new era, slowly grew green and flowing, as if the fairies bewitched the place.
The whole town of Onas looked at each other, not even the most naive believed this madness, the story of Kamshout lost credibility, the Onas never saw something like this nor the most anxious that have lived many years, everyone made fun of the boy treating him crazy.
The young pilgrim evicted and annoyed, he retired from the island to not return, went out the same way that he returned, he was wandering in the woods very sad, God Onas took pity on the adventurer knowing that the young man told the truth, Bird, a beautiful parrot of various colors, green, yellow and red, an enrome beak accompanied by large wings.
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Returning to the land of the end of the world, I wanted to give a lesson to those who made fun of their truth, I came to the autumn, flew over the trees, perched on the tops of the bushes touching the leaves with their pen, those that made contact He tinged them with the color of his yellow feather, every time the leaves felt the faint scrape of feathers dropping to the ground.
The whole town of Onas watched the events with astonishment, they felt the death of the thicket, they did not know what to do or who to go to, the days were hurrying, the leaves fell at the speed of the day, spring came and the Tree branches began the new cycle of life, the branches began to vegetate, to see this Onas came out of the astonishment and can see for themselves the truth of the anecdotes of Kamshout.
Kamshout is now the one who mocked the people, perched on top of a tree laughing and enjoyed the faces with astonishment of the unbelievers. In this way the young traveler took revenge on those who had insulted him.
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The next time you see the parrots in the treetops reproducing those sounds you will know that they are making fun of the skeptics, who with their ignorance hurt Kamshout you remember the origin of the parrots in autumn and Kamshout
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The story of the Jaguar
When I was traveling with my girlfriend from Posadas to Corrientes, we stoped in a small village I don't remember the name, a local friend showed us a way to go inside the jungle , because my girlfriend was dying to do it an go inside the jungle
Our local friend gave as a machete and a big stick/spear and told us to take care with the jaguar.
So we went afraid of the jaguar and looking and listening everywhere .
But in the way the real bad thing was a lots of different snakes, all shapes sizes and colors, but the worst were those really big spiders that looked like crabs in white/cream with red stripes, really Big and with the same skin of crabs..Scary because of the hundreds we had to remove from the way that was covered with their big strong webs
I spent my youth near the jungle in Africa and snakes are normal to me because, we see one or two once in a while, but I had never seen so many snakes per square meter, and surely no such spiders
As we we had some mushrooms from Florianopolis, I still can see those spiders clearly today and their eyes watching me
Have you ever seen them and do you know the name?
Never seen anything so big and frightening heheh
And I never saw any jaguar at all :)
Cheers
Beautiful return my friend @ charlie777pt, excellent story you will have been in the missionary jungle, here in currents the mountains are less wild because of the proximity of man to the thicket, as a child if they were something else and if you saw both the yaguarete with giant spiders , I saw a giant tree covered with spider webs thick as cotton thread, thousands of spiders together covered the green tree did not notice the color as the black and dark brown spiders cubrial the tree, another time I saw a pairing of vivoras Yarara, these 10 or 20 living together interlaced in the middle only a vivora woman and all of them to mating at the same time, I had a very old bisexual I live 105 years, when I tell you about these things the grandmother of the field answered me, son That is not seen are never things of the devil, nor my grandmother believed me what I am told, but it was true, beautiful return many thanks
Wow,cool post!cool nature
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Very cool, made me smile :)
Thanks for sharing @jlufer
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Really cool article!
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We have quite a number of these in the Jurong Bird Park.
They call them Macaw.
If sir @ ace108 is so right, has several names guacamayo, barranquero, Paraguayan.
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