"Once upon a time, in the heart of Africa, there was a lake of fire." "The lake's water burned with color, scarlet and crimson, and in its stillness, held heaven's reflection." "After months without rain, there came a season of drought." "And the lake dried and turned white as ash." "But in the desolation came the promise of another season." "A season of color and life, a season of beginning." "Lake Natron, in northern Tanzania, lies at the very center of East Africa's Great Rift Valley." "This is a raw and unfinished land." "Ol Doinyo Lengai rises from the lake's southern shore, a living volcano, restless and impatient." "Hidden deep in its dark core, a chamber of magma burns with primeval energy." "For the local Masai tribe," "Lengai is simply where God lives." "Natron is a vast, shallow lake, 40 miles long and no more than six feet deep and so toxic with soda salt that almost nothing can live in its water." "But each year, For only a few weeks, rain comes to Natron and a grand act of creation takes place, one of Africa's last great mysteries." "And with the rain come the flamingos." "Somehow, they know the time has come to return to Natron." "They have abandoned a dozen other lakes along the Rift Valley and flown hundreds, even thousands, of miles to be here." "Each bird has its own story, its own secret life." "And each story is one that began here at Natron, with the rain." "The rain triggers the growth of algae in the water." "When the flamingos eat the algae, they transform." "Their feathers, eyes and legs flush with crimson." "It is their color they find most attractive about each other." "After all, this is why they have come to Natron, to find a mate." "Slowly, almost politely, they begin." "Every movement, part of a courtship." "A choreography." "A growing dervish of desire." "One by one, the flamingos find each other." "A pairing to last the season." "A pairing that begins with a moment." "There is a myth told by the Masai that the flamingos are made from the water's salt." "That they are the children Of the lake." "But the truth is no less extraordinary, and something that only happens here at Natron." "A secret island emerges from the middle of the lake." "As the rainy season ends and the furnace sun resumes its rule," "Water evaporates so quickly that a residue of salt forms on the surface." "Each day, the sun bears down and the salt thickens into sheets, like plates of salt ice that shift and grind in the wind." "The sheets drift, blending into a series of small islands as they go." "The wind pushes the islands towards the center of the lake." "After several weeks of intense evaporation, the water in the center of the lake is only a few inches deep." "The floating salt islands run aground on the emerging mud and soon accumulate into a single island of salt, ten miles wide." "Here, remnant water congeals into sulfurous pools, and the temperature regularly rises above 130 degrees." "No land animal could travel Or survive here." "But to the flamingos, this strange, new world is a gift." "There are two million lesser flamingos in East Africa, and every one of them is born here on Natron's secret salt island." "The expectant parents build their nests from the salty lake mud." "Even though the salt island is vast, as social birds, the flamingos prefer to group closely together and define the boundaries of their chosen nest sites." "The nests are almost a foot high," "Drier and a few degrees cooler than the floor of the salt island." "The salt bakes, bleaches and hardens into a cradle." "After the nest, comes the egg." "And then, there is nothing to do but wait for one, long, hot month." "Finally, a small but determined beginning." "A new life, one that will start today, and might, if she's lucky, last for 40 years." "A whole new story." "Her very first cries are unique." "This is her own voice, and how she and her parents will always be able to recognize each other." "Within a few hours, Her down dries in the hot sun, and she tries to stand." "Something that will take only a little more practice." "Then it's time for food, a high-energy liquid made from the lake's algae, but also containing traces of her parent's own blood." "For these first days, she has the constant presence of one or other of her parents." "This is a time of bonding and intimacy." "The dark hollow Under her mother's wing is a favorite place to hide from the fierce sun." "While still small, the chicks stay in their parent's shadows" "Or on their nest mounds." "Anything to stay cool." "At about a week old, her legs are strong enough, and, with a little encouragement, she decides to leave the nest." "Her world expands, one unsteady step at a time." "Now that she can walk, Her relationship with her parents will become more and more about separation." "Like every other chick," "Her inclination is to be with others." "The comfort and familiarity of her kind." "For a life that is not so much about the individual, but a collective." "Up to half a million adults and chicks live in this season's noisy and boisterous nursery." "But the island can also be harsh and unkind." "An impermanent place of salt and extreme heat." "When the chicks walk through the puddles of thick, salty water that are all around, a thin band of salt sometimes forms on their ankles." "If it does or not seems a matter of luck." "But the more these chicks wade into the water, the more the salt accumulates and hardens into a cement shackle that cannot be broken." "High above the colonies, the marabou storks appear, circling like storybook witches." "They have come from far beyond the lake with their own mysterious knowledge of what happens at Natron." "Very quickly their intentions become clear." "Almost insatiable, a few marabous can kill hundreds of chicks, scattering and scaring off the parents." "With their gentle, curved beaks, the flamingos are no match for the marabous." "But every once in a while, a parent wins a reprieve for her chick." "One day, the chicks have had enough." "Perhaps some instinct tells them of a better place." "Somewhere beyond the salt." "Suddenly, in their hundreds of thousands, they abandon their nursery." "Guardian birds lead them away and out across the miles of the salt island, perhaps on routes they took themselves when they were chicks." "But there are those who are left behind, too weak or too injured to make the journey." "Stories that barely began." "Each day, the surviving chicks continue on across the burning miles." "Though they are reunited each evening with their parents for rest and food, it is the guardian birds who lead this daytime march and make sure even the smallest find their way." "But the group can't wait for everyone." "The chicks burdened with salt shackles fall further and further behind." "But, for the hundreds of chicks who die, thousands will make it." "How far they've come." "The groups merge and gather momentum as if, at last, they sense the destination." "And, reaching the edge Of the salt island, find the lake with its cool, blue water." "And she has made it, too." "Cautiously at first but then up ahead there are the others." "Leaving the salt island, the chicks enter the wider kingdom of the lake." "Here, a very different world awaits them." "A living landscape, complex and animate." "The Rift's escarpment rises a thousand feet above the lake, a rock wall severed by deep canyons." "Here, amid the shadows and the swifts," "Water gushes out from hundreds of underground springs." "The water is rich in sodium carbonate, a mineral that creates the salty chemistry of the lake." "Dozens of springs and rivers feed into a series of marshes that border the lake." "Almost all of Natron's life depends upon the relatively fresh water of this abundant green maze." "And, for the next few months, so too will the chicks." "Each morning, the parents leave their chicks on the muddy shore below the marsh." "They spend the day almost completely unsupervised." "They learn to feed themselves." "Their beaks are developing the filters and distinctive shape that will allow them to separate the algae they need from the mud and silt" "Of the marsh." "Her super soft down is the perfect insulation against the strong sun." "But it requires frequent grooming, not only to keep it healthy, but to encourage the growth of adult feathers." "Without those feathers, she can't fly." "No matter how hard she tries." "There are plenty of things to want to fly away from." "The mongoose that lives in the marsh, for instance." "As the chicks change and grow, life in the marsh goes on." "Routine, yet quietly full of wonder." "At three months old, she has grown more sure of herself and her place in the marsh." "Now, her down has transformed into a juvenile plumage." "And one by one," "Her wing feathers have fledged." "The day comes when she discovers Her wings are strong enough, and a whole new way of being is suddenly possible." "A flight that at first stays close to the lake and the marsh, the familiar places of her life." "But a flight that will soon release her above the earth, above everything she has known." "No longer a chick, but a young bird whose wings have given her the whole Rift Valley." "Every 30 years, Lengai erupts." "Deep in the volcano's molten core, lava is pulverized by pressure into ash and thrown upward into the air." "The ash contains sodium carbonate, the exact mineral in the lake's water and soil." "It is as if each aspect of the lake's landscape is simply a different form." "A different incarnation Of the same basic element." "Natron is one place, water, earth and air." "And the flamingos born on the lake's salt island, transformed by its salt water, embody Natron in a living form." "The flamingo's ceaseless journeys among the many lakes of the Rift Valley are nomadic rather than migratory." "For the flamingos move of their own accord." "Natron, Bogoria, Embakai." "Magadi, Nakuru, Manyara." "They come and go as they want." "Their presence, the sudden and complete possession of a lake." "But every lake has its storybook witches." "This time, she keeps her story." "She keeps her secret life." "Just as they arrived at Natron, like a magic act, the flamingos suddenly disappear." "Born of salt, they possess the sky, they absorb the color of the water and their feathers burnish crimson as the phoenix." "Their lives are continual transformation." "And even in death, their forms shift to something other." "Their feathers, bones, color, their life force returned to the lake." "As the seasons change, microscopic life in the water blooms." "Natron becomes a lake of fire." "After six months without a single drop of rain, the color fades and bleaches." "The ash of the volcano blends with the salt of the lake and the dust of the earth, scattering in the restless dry season wind." "Natron's elements shape-shift, one into the other." "Ash, dust and salt." "But even this season of silence will pass." "The story of the bird is a promise to us." "Nature's affirmation." "In winter or in death, in times of desolation, the rain will arrive." "The call of the birds will be heard." "And everything, everything can begin again." "Lightning bird." "Fire bird." "Phoenix." "She will return on crimson wings and make a nest among the ashes." "And the children of the lake will be reborn." "Once upon a time, in the heart of Africa, there was a lake of fire." "The Crimson Wing:" "Mystery of the Flamingos" "Ripped and spellchecked By Itzik Gur"