The wind was pleasant. Our kites were swinging cheerfully up above in the distant horizon. We had been thrashing our kites with others. It was quite fun attacking others kites and bringing them off. It was a war with just a winder in hands.
The gradually increasing wind revealed its cruelty and our string collapsed. The large green kite in the sky went out of control. We chased our floating and gravitating kite far, running ups and downs. Minutes later it settled, on the twigs of a tree.
Although the tree was tall, it was branched and likely to be easier to climb. Some crows were sitting up in one of the branches. The kite too was visible and we desperately wanted it, so one of the guy attempted to go up.
He had climbed just a few inches, when the crows started to craw louder. Ignoring it, he continued. But every inch he climbed, the sound got louder and more of the crows flew in. Till he reached halfway to the kite, the sound was intolerable. A murder of crows had gathered in the branches at the top.
Staring up from the ground, we were already terrified. We had failed to notice that there was a crow’s nest one of the branch above. Probably there were eggs or baby birds in the nest, and that’s why the crows were offended.
Feeling the threat, we shouted our friend to climb down hurriedly. But it was already late. Few of the birds flied over him and tucked in his head with their beaks.
He rapidly started climbing down with fear, when few more birds arrived and clawed him. Helpless in the ground, we waited with pebbles in our hand. The birds attacked him until he was near to ground and then flew. He had wounds on his head where the crows struck. Before we could throw stones at them, the flied off in varied directions.
That’s when the unity of crows was revealed. when they felt the danger, they didn’t wait and watch, but fought together. There is much to learn from them.