It was Santiago, our guide, who first made the discovery. He had burst into camp early that morning, eyes wide, speaking too rapidly for us to follow. After he calmed, he said he had felt a presence in a clearing up ahead — as if something was calling to him. Eagerly we followed him, and there nestled into the foothills was a small opening from which an unearthly force reached to us, drawing us inside. One by one our resistance yielded, and cautiously we entered the legendary Cave of Hand.
I hope it’s safe in there, Andrew Y.
Nice when you can give someone a hand!
So, uh, is this a general instinct for seeking holes, or is it because the hand belongs to That Which Feeds Us? I can see some problems with diving into random burrows, from an evolutionary perspective.
At that age they would be cuddling under mom’s wings to keep warm and for protection, but there is no mommy for these little guys. Luckily someone lent a helping hand.
It may well be safe in the cave, but it sure is crowded!
What a handy nest!
*rim shot*
Think I can fit in there? I would like to hide away somewhere with some snuggly creatures right about mow…
Yes – we’re chicks! Let us in!
Such brave little explorers!
Da oversized feetsies! DED!
Where do I catch up on chapters 1-11?