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The Ravens, Coloneh & Ravyn

By Steven S. Andersen


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Once upon a time there was a raven named Coloneh. Coloneh lived in a nest near the top of a very tall and noble tree named Fangorn. Coloneh would fly out every morning to search for food or call to his other friends. He would soar from treetop to treetop and call.
Fangorn - Click for Large photo
Some of his friends would answer from other parts of the forest and Coloneh would answer back. Their calls would echo in the valley as they had their conversations in song.

Coloneh would say, “Good Morning my friends. It’s a beautiful day to fly. Soar with me”.

Now some of Coloneh friends did not understand Coloneh’s enthusiasm. They would respond, “It’s to cold to fly right now. How can you call this a beautiful day?”

Coloneh would respond, “We are alive for another day to soar on the winds. Fly with me”.

His friends would answer back, “But the water below is frozen and frost is on the meadow. It’s too cold to fly right now. Let’s sit in the sun and warm ourselves for awhile”.

Coloneh would continue to fly from tree to tree and say, It’s a beautiful day to fly. Soar with me”.

One day as Coloneh flew he heard another raven whose call was enchanting. He had never heard this song before. He called out to the other raven saying, “Hello. This is Coloneh, may I come fly with you?”

The other female raven responded, “Hi Coloneh. This is Ravyn. Come sit in the sun with me and warm yourself, then we will soar together.”

Coloneh was enchanted by her voice. He responded, “I will come and sit in the sun with you.” Coloneh found her tree and sat next to Ravyn in the sun. Coloneh enjoyed her company and was mesmerized by her beauty.

Coloneh and Ravyn were young but mature ravens. Ravyn felt an instant attraction to Coloneh. He showed Ravyn his nest in Fangorn. Ravyn was impressed with the height and strength of the tree. She felt safe and knew that this tree would be secure in a storm.

As time went on Coloneh and Ravyn mated and nested together in Fangorn.
Near by in the forest was a village of Indians. They lived with the land and only took what they need from the land to survive. They respected the forest and the animals that lived with them. They heard the calls of the ravens and felt honored to have so many ravens around their village.

The ravens also respected the Indians and would lead them to deer and other game in the area. The Indians would share the food with the ravens out of respect. There was always plenty to eat because of the ravens. The Indians were also very careful not to over hunt any because all life was sacred.

The Indians knew of Coloneh and Ravyn. They felt honored by the sprits to have their home so close to the village.

In the spring the ravens two eggs hatched. Coloneh and Ravyn would take turns hunting while the other watched their young.

Soon the young ravens grew older and their demand for food grew. Coloneh and Ravyn would both go together to hunt. They would bring food and water for the young ravens.

The Indians knew of the young ravens and helped Coloneh and Ravyn with more food for there children.

One day as Coloneh and Ravyn were hunting for food a strong earthquake shook Fangorn for many minutes. The young ravens did not know what was happening and ventured to the edge of the nest to look out to see what was shaking them. As they looked down the young male lost his balance and started to fall.

The young ravens had never flown before but had watched their parents fly to and from the nest. So the young raven stretched out his wings and started to glide to the ground, till he landed near by Fangorn. He then tried to take off again but he was to young and did not have the strength.

He cried out for his parents but they were not to be seen or heard. Now his young sister heard his cries and cried out for help.

At the Indian village an Indian named Notawkah heard the young raven’s cries. By the cries he knew there was a big problem. So Notawkah went to see what the problem was. He found the young raven on ground unable to fly. He took the raven back to the village and gave him food and water.

How Notawkah had the gift of talking to the animals as well as hearing their cries. He asked the young raven why he was on the ground and not able to fly. He told Notawkah how he fell from the nest and flew to the ground. He named the young raven Kangee, which is Sioux for Raven. He also named his sister Kaya that means wiser or elder in Hopi.

Coloneh and Ravyn returned to the nest and Kaya told her parents what had happened. Coloneh and Ravyn flew to the Indian village. Notawkah spoke to the ravens, and presented them their son Kangee. Kangee told his parents how he had flew to the ground after falling and how Notawkah had rescued him when he could not fly.

Ravyn said, “Kangee, we can not help you fly up to the nest till you are older and stronger, but Notawkah said he will feed and look after you till you are older. We can then teach you to fly and hunt.”

Kangee said, “I will miss you both so much. Will you visit me?”

Coloneh said, “We will come every day to see you.”

Kangee said, “Thank you Dad. Please tell my Sister I’ll miss her and I hope she can fly soon so we can be together again.”

So Notawkah took care of Kangee and the day did come that he and his sister learned to fly. Kangee and Kaya helped the Indians hunt for food and watch the land as Coloneh and Ravyn taught them.

The story of Kangee and Kaya as well as their parents Coloneh and Ravyn is told from generation to generation around the campfire.

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