Message #159093

[Bianca]

Old Man Winter had lost his hold on the land.

The North Wind was weak from his long stay and soon would be the time to plant.

Where once the lands rolled like the sea with the Mighty Buffalo, there was only grass.

The birds of the air had finished their winter sojourn in the south and would soon be returning to the land. The Giant Thunderbirds would soon be bringing the storms and rain to feed the new growths.

Every year the Giant Birds returned to the north to build their nests in the high places and bring their young into the world.

As the Thunderbirds moved over the plains and looked upon the Earth, they found that the Buffalo were no more. Without the Buffalo there was not enough food for these Mighty Giants and many died on their journey to the north. So few reached the nesting area that only a few chicks were hatched this season. The loss of these mighty herds made migration very difficult and many of the young birds died on their way south that fall.

Soon they were no more.

                                        Wakan Tanka looked down and cried.