One day a young eagle fell off the nest and waspicked up by a farmer. The farmer was kind enough tobring the small bird to his barnyard so that it doesn’tperish.
The young eagle found a good home with the chickenand grew up believing he is a chicken.
He waited for the farmer to bring food, he quackedwhen a chicken laid an egg, and he enjoyed runningaround and sitting in a hole in the ground on sunnyday
Life was good and comfortable, and the eagle’s wildestadventure was to run under the fence with his friends tothat cliff where they looked at the mountains andwondered what lied on their other side
One day he was with his fellow chicken picking seedsoff the ground when a shadow covered the sky abovehim. He lifted his gaze and was mesmerized by thesight of a beautiful eagle soaring in the sky.
Unlike other chicken that he saw trying to fly, this eagledidn’t seem to be making much effort. With his wingsspread wide, he was flying smoothly and changing hisdirection with the slightest gesture
“Wow. Look at that!” yelled the young eagle to hisfriends. “Who is that?” he asked. “That’s an eagle”,replied a chicken. “He’s the king of the sky. But webelong here on earth. We are chicken.”
She continued. And the eagle staring at the birddisappearing in the horizon as if it was gliding on aninvisible path that only he could see.
Days later, the old eagle was flying again over thebarnyard and was stunned by the sight of an eaglerunning around with the chicken. He surged down tothe ground. As the other birds saw him they ranback to hide in the house. He descended in front ofthe other eagle before he reached the door
“What are you doing?”, asked the old eagle.“What do you mean?”, answered the young one.“What are you doing running around with chicken?”.“I am a chicken. These are my brothers and sisters. Igrew up with them.”“No you’re not. You’re an eagle. You belong in the sky,not on the ground.”“No I am not. I am one of them. All I know is to do as theydo, and to eat what they eat. I can’t even fly.”
“You can’t because you never tried. But you’re aneagle, just like me”.“Even if what you say is true, I’ve lived all my life asa chicken. I am not an eagle anymore”.”“It’s the heart of an eagle that matters, not the wayhe lived or ate… Come with me”The eagle took another look at his friends hiding inthe comfort of home. “Don’t listen to him!”, yelledone of the chicken. “He is tricking you”,” saidanother. “If you go with him, you will die!”. “Comeback and be with us”…
But deep inside the eagle’s heart, a faint voice told himwhat he needed to do. He took one more gaze at thebarnyard where he spend all his life playing with hisfriends, then turned around and followed the oldereagle.A moment later, the arrived at the cliff he used to visitsometimes with his friends. They stood next to eachother on the edge looking at the mountains in thedistance. Without a second of hesitation, the old eaglejumped off the edge, spread his wings and soaredupward
The young eagle looked down the cliff and trembled.He’d never flown before. May be he would die. May behe should go back.“Don’t look down.” the old eagle said “Look up at thesky. Aim toward the sun. Give it a bit of faith.”The young eagle lifted his sight up, spread his wingsand leaped…
Back at the barnyard, the chicken heard atriumphant cry that ascended to heaven. Theirfeather trembled and they looked at each otherwithout exchanging a word. They know they willmiss their brother a lot. They know he might visitsome day and tell them how it felt to fly. And theywill gather around to hear his stories about thelands he visited. But for the time being, theywould keep doing what they did best: living aschicken.