A brother and sister noio koha were fighting.
A lot of you have brothers and sisters, right? I’m sure none of you ever fight.
What’s that? Your sister likes to take your things and crawl under your bed with them. Oh. Well, the noio don’t do that. For one thing, they don’t usually have any space under their nests, and they definitely don’t collect stuff. Anyway.
The noio koha is a kind of seabird that fishes by flying over the water, and diving down to catch small fish and squid. Oh, I’m sorry. We’d agreed to call that calamari.
Anyway, there’s not much in a noio’s life that seems like it would call for argument. But this brother and sister had managed to find one.
One of them insisted that the proper way to catch fish was to fly high, and when you see a likely looking school of fish below, you make a steep dive down into the water. Then you can grab the fish or squid (sorry; calamari) before they get startled and swim away.
“A steep dive,” insisted the brother. “That’s the only way.”
“Oh, no,” returned his sister. “That’s not right at all. You spot the fish, and then you come around and do a shallow glide. That means you can swoop in, pick them right out of the water and be flying away before they even know what’s happening. That’s the only way.”
I have to give them credit; they were arguing, but they were using their words (well, squawks, actually) rather than batting at each other with their wings or their beaks. They were not, however, being quiet in the least. Soon enough the entire flock was awake and listening to the argument with noio expressions of puzzled amazement.
I mean, what really is there to argue about if you’re a noio koha?
Finally, one of the older noio stepped up between the squawking pair. “Stop a moment!” he shouted, and they fell silent.
“Each of you need to ask the other a question,” said the older bird, “and you need to listen to the answer you’re given. All right?”
The brother and sister said that was all right, even if they did say it with sulky faces.
Turning to the brother, he said, “Now ask this question of your sister: ‘Have you caught fish with your shallow dives?'”
With poor grace, the brother did as he was told. “Have you caught fish with your shallow dives,” he asked.
“Yes, I certainly have,” she said with pride, “and that just proves…”
The older bird interrupted her. “Now you, sister, ask your brother this: ‘Have you caught fish with your steep dives?'”
She was speechless for a moment, then turned to her brother and repeated the question.
“Yes, I definitely have,” he replied, “and that just proves…”
“That just proves,” the older noio interjected, “that you’ve both caught fish with your techniques. They both work. Neither of you is hungry. You both catch fish.
“So what are you arguing about?”
There are plenty of times in life where we can do things in different ways, and it really doesn’t matter. There are times when it does, like when we’re choosing to treat somebody well or badly, but much more often, it doesn’t matter whether we’ve got shoes that tie or shoes that slip on or slippers which are silver colored or slippers that are gold colored.
What’s important is that we catch the fish – that we show the love – that we make a better day.
Photo of a noio koha (brown noddy) by Glen Fergus – Own work, Lady Elliot Island, Australia, CC BY-SA 2.5, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=898797