thin king

Hello to all,


Anybody like the Cuckoo?
Beware the cuckoo egg!

Birds are not known to make homes. They roost in natural
shelters on branches of trees or elsewhere. They build nests
though, which are not for living, but for the very special
purpose of laying their eggs and rearing their young until
they are able to fly away to live on their own.

And here is one of the most mysterious and amazing feat
of nature which only the birds know.

How does the bird know when to start building the nest?
How does the bird know how to build the nest? How does
the bird know how big and strong the nest should be? How
does the bird know what materials to use? How does the
bird know the safe place to build the nest?

The birds just know, that is it! Birds do not learn from their
forebears, neither could they learn from anywhere. They
just know when, how and where to make their nest, to
withstand the vagaries of the elements of nature, like heat,
rain, wind, cold and danger, etc.

And stranger than this mystery is the way of one kind of
bird which does not need nor build its own nest. It is the
cuckoo. When the time comes, the cuckoo will lay its egg,
maybe two, in another specie of bird's nest where there
are eggs in it.

And here follows another great act of incredibility. This
cuckoo just lays its eggs and disappears, with the fore
knowledge that its progeny will be properly and well
fostered.

And if that is unbelievable, the subsequent events are
more than matching.

When the cuckoo egg hatches, the chick is quite ugly,
delicate and vulnerable looking, with thin transparent
skin without feathers, its eyes not yet opened. But the
greatest inherent skill for survival manifest itself quickly.
This baby cuckoo chick knows how, and expels whatever
other eggs or chicks there are from the nest. It cannot see,
yet with its back it slowly and surely pushes its rivals over
the side and out of the nest to their doom.

That certainly ensures its own survival, no contenders.

The sorry part of the callous and coldblooded act is that
the nest owners never knew what was going on, and
continue to feed the intruder as its own until it reaches
maturity, different and bigger than either of them, and
flies away.

Is it really ignorance on the part of the nest builders, or
a design of nature, that the cuckoo chick could do what
it did and got away with it all, at the expense of other
lives?

This is a true story of mystery and incredibility, of deceit
and poker face, of ingratitude and foul play at their zenith.

How does what the Greek horse did to the Trojans
compared to a cuckoo egg?

Have a nice day.
Ronald