CONTES ET LEGENDES

[Djaina 0]

Bonjour à tous,

Je suis à la recherche de contes et de légendes concernant les rapaces.

Quelqu'un pourait-il m'aider ?

Merci à vous.

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Djaina a écrit:

Bonjour à tous,

Je suis à la recherche de contes et de légendes concernant les rapaces.

Quelqu'un pourait-il m'aider ?

Merci à vous.

[b]Le faucon a une place en mythologie et en religion. Chez les anciens Égyptiens, c’est le dieu Horus, un des dieux les plus puissants et les plus souvent représentés du panthéon égyptien. Son archétype est sans doute un Falco biarmicus ou un Falco peregrinus. Les deux espèces ont d’ailleurs pu jouer un rôle équivalent dans la naissance du mythe. En rapport avec le statut de prédateur du faucon, le dieu Horus est aussi un dieu de pouvoir, puisque la couronne d’Égypte lui est attribuée par les dieux. À ce titre, les anciens Égyptiens ont momifié nombre de faucons.

Dans la mythologie scandinave, plusieurs dieux prennent des formes de faucon, comme Freya. Loki, à l’occasion, emprunte cet aspect à Freya, pour se déguiser en faucon. Yggdrasil est également associé à cet oiseau.

Dans la mythologie celtique, le druide Fintan se transforme en faucon.

Dans la mythologie slave, Svarog, dieu du Soleil, du ciel, du feu et de la métallurgie a pour animaux sacrés le bœuf à cornes dorées, le cheval, le sanglier et le faucon appelé Varagna. Selon Jakobson, Svarog est l'un des noms tabou du faucon sacré.

Pour beaucoup de Fijiens, le Ganivatu (le faucon pèlerin nesiotes) a une aura mystique puissante et arrogante. Cette aura lui vient peut-être d'une légende, aujourd’hui en grande partie oubliée, d’un Ganivatu fabuleux des îles Yasawa

[david77 0]

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il t aurait guidé dans tes recherches et il possedait de nombreuses ouvrages concernant l histoire et le symbolisme des oiseaux
dans la rubrique du sriptorium tu devrais deja avoir une approche du probleme et quelques ouvrages indispensables
david

[Kelien 0]

Bonjour,

Petit up de ce post pour mettre en avant le sympathique bouquin , sorti aux Editions Delachaux et Niestlé ( par ailleurs éditeurs du Guide des rapaces d'europe et d'autres guides sur les rapaces )



Dont le titre est : Anthologie des chouettes et des hiboux



Descriptif :

Date de publication : 13/04/2006
140 mm (largeur) x 210 mm (hauteur)
224 pages
EAN13 : 9782603013366

Prix indicatif : 28 euros


Voir le lien sur le site de l'éditeur :

http://www.delachauxetniestle.com/livre/Anthologie%20des%20chouettes%20et%20des%20hiboux/9782603013366

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Il fait partie de la série "Anthologies" ( existe aussi pour les Ours, les loups, les chats, les dauphins et baleines, les serpents )

A travers les textes les plus significatifs des littératures française et étrangère, les anthologies suivent l'évolution de la perception d'espèces emblématiques au cours des siècles.


Sans prétendre à une illusoire exhaustivité, la présente anthologie offre un très large panorama du recours aux chouettes et aux hiboux à travers les époques et les cultures. Si la littérature s’y trouve privilégiée, bien d’autres supports ont été retenus, permettant au lecteur d’appréhender l’étonnante richesse du thème en un voyage au gré des mots et des images.

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Consacré bien entendu aux nocturnes, il parle des mythologies, des croyances populaires, de l'évolution des mentalités à travers le temps et les différents continents...

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Canku Ota


(Many Paths)

An Online Newsletter Celebrating Native America

May 1, 2004 - Issue 112




The Falcon and the Duck


The wintry winds had already begun to whistle and the waves to rise when the Drake and his mate gathered their half- grown brood together on the shore of their far northern lake.


"Wife," said he, "it is now time to take the children southward, to the Warm Countries which they have never yet seen!"


Very early the next morning they et out on their long journey, forming a great "V" against the sky in their flight. The mother led her flock and the father brought up the rear, keeping a sharp lookout for stragglers.


All day they flew high in the keen air, over wide prairies and great forests of northern pine, until toward evening they saw below them a chain of lakes, glittering like a string of dark-blue stones.




Swinging round in a half circle, they dropped lower and lower, ready to alight and rest upon the smooth surface of the nearest lake.


Suddenly their leader heard a whizzing sound like that of a bullet as it cuts the air, and she quickly gave the warning:

"Honk! honk! Danger, danger!" All descended in dizzy spirals, but as the great Falcon swooped toward them with upraised wing, the ducklings scattered wildly hither and thither. The old Drake came last, and it was he who was struck!


"Honk, honk!" cried all the Ducks in terror, and for a minute the air was full of soft downy feathers like flakes of snow. But the force of the blow was lost upon the well-cushioned body of the Drake, he soon got over his fright and went on his way southward with his family, while the Falcon dropped heavily to the water's edge with a broken wing.


There he stayed and hunted mice as best he could from day to day, sleeping at night in a hollow log to be out of the way of the Fox and the Weasel. All the wit he had was not too much whereby to keep himself alive through the long, hard winter.


Toward spring, however, the Falcon's wing had healed and he could fly a little, though feebly. The sun rose higher and higher in the blue heavens, and the Ducks began to return to their cool northern home. Every day a flock or two flew over the lake; but the Falcon dared not charge upon the flocks, much as he wished to do so. He was weak with hunger, and afraid to trust to the strength of the broken wing.


One fine day a chattering flock of Mallards alighted quite near him, cooling their glossy breasts upon the gently rippling wave.


"Here, children," boasted an old Drake, "is the very spot where your father was charged upon last autumn by a cruel Falcon! I can tell you that it took all my skill and quickness in dodging to save my life. Best of all, our fierce enemy dropped to the ground with a broken wing! Doubtless he is long since dead of starvation, or else a Fox or a Mink has made a meal of the wicked creature! "


By these words the Falcon knew his old enemy, and his courage returned.


"Nevertheless, I am still here!" he exclaimed, and darted like a flash upon the unsuspecting old Drake, who was resting and telling of his exploit and narrow escape with the greatest pride and satisfaction.


"Honk! honk! " screamed all the Ducks, and they scattered and whirled upward like the dead leaves in autumn; but the Falcon with sure aim selected the old Drake and gave swift chase. Round and round in dizzy spirals they swung together, till with a quick spurt the Falcon struck the shining, outstretched neck of the other, and snapped it with one powerful blow of his reunited wing.


Do not exult too soon; nor is it wise to tell of your brave deeds within the hearing of your enemy.

native indian 'tale'

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Genghis Khan and His Falcon

One morning, the Mongol warrior, Genghis Khan, and his court went out hunting. His companions carried bows and arrows, but Genghis Khan carried on his arm his favorite falcon, which was better and surer than any arrow, because it could fly up into the skies and see everything that human being could not.However, despite the group’s enthusiastic efforts, they found nothing.
Disappointed, Genghis Khan returned to his encampment and in order not to take out his frustration on his companions, he left the rest of the party and rode on alone. They had stayed in the forest for long than expected, and Khan was desperately tired and thirsty. In the summer heat, all the streams had dried up, and he could find nothing to drink.
Than, to his amazement, he saw a thread of water flowing from a rock just in front of him.He removed the falcon from his arm, and took out the silver cup which he always carried with him. It was very slow to fill, and just as he was about to raise it to his lips, the falcon flew up, plucked the cup from his hands, and dashed it to the ground.Genghis Khan was furious, but than the falcon was his favorite, and perhaps it, too, was thirsty. He picked up the cup, cleaned off the dirt, and filled it again. When the cup was only half empty this time. The falcon again attacked it, spilling the water.Genghis Khan adored this bird, but he knew that he could not, under any circumstances, allow such disrespect; some one might be watching this scene from afar and, later on, would tell his warriors that the great conqueror was incapable taming a mere bird.This time, he drew his sward, picked up the cup and refilled it, keeping one eye on the stream and the other on the falcon. As soon as he had enough water in the cup and was ready to drink, the falcon again took flight and flew toward him. Khan, with one thrust, pierced the bird’s breast.
The thread of water, however, had dried up; but Khan, determined now to find something to drink, climbed the rock on search of the spring. To his surprise, there really was a pool of water and, in the middle of it, dead, lay one of the most poisonous snakes in the region. If he had drunk the water, he too, would have died.Khan returned to camp with the dead falcon in his arms.

He ordered a gold figurine of the bird to be made and on one of the wings, he had engraved: ' Even when a friend does something you do not like, he continues to be your friend'.

An on the other wing, he had these words engraved:
'Any action committed in anger is an action doomed to failure.'