UNIT
9
-tailed eagle
Force station was established in their country
in 1941, they were not alarmed by the noisy yel-
low aeroplanes. Occasionally they would even
float in circles across the aerodrome itself, and
then disappear again behind the hills; the
pilots had little fear of colliding with one of
these circling, watchful birds. The vast,
brown-black shape of the eagle would appear
before the little Tiger Moth biplane and then be
gone. There was nothing more to it No ques-
tion of haste or flapping of wings, simply a flick
over and down and then the eagle would res-
ume its circling. Sometimes a pilot would
chase the bird and would find, unexpectedly,
no response; the eagle would seem not to not-
ice the aeroplane and hold the course of its
circling until the very moment when collision
seemed inevitable. Then there would be the
quick turn over, under, or away from the plane,
with the great span of the wings unstirred. The
delay and the quick manoeuvre would be done
with a princely detachment and consciousness
of superiority, the eagle in the silence of its
wings scorning the roar and fuss of the aircraft
and its engine.
Two pilots from the station were drinking
one day in the local town with one of the farm-
ers over whose land they used to fly.
'Two of us, you know, could do it,' one of
them said. 'By yourself it's hopeless. The eagle
can outily you without moving his wings. But
with two of you, one could chase him round
while the other climbed above and dived at
him. That way you'd at last get him flustered.'
, The farmer was not at all hopeful.
'Maybe it'd take more than a couple of planes
to fluster an eaglehawk. There's a big one
around my place, just about twelve feet across.
I wish you could get him. Though if you did hit
him, there mightn't be much left of your little
aeroplane.'
'It always beats me why you call them eagle-
hawks,' said one of the pilots. 'The wedge-
tailed eagle is the biggest eagle in the world.
You ought to pay him more respect, the most
magnificent, majestic bird there is.'
The farmer was hostile to this idea of
majesty.
'Have you ever seen them close-up? Or ever
seen them feeding? The king of birds landing
on a lolly-legged lamb and tearing him to bits.
Or an old, dead, fly-blown ewe that's been fool
enough to lie down with her legs uphill. Watch
him hacking his way into their guts, with the
vermin dancing all over his stinking brown
feathers. Then all you've got to do is to let him
see you five hundred yards off and up he flaps,
slow and awkward, to a myall where he sits all
bunched-up looking as if he's going to overbal-
ance the little tree. Still, go ahead with your
scheme. I'd like to see you beat one at his own
game.'
The two pilots landed in the paddock, and,
leaving the engines running, walked over to the
dark mass of feathers. One of them turned off
to the side and came back holding the severed
wing. It was almost as big as the man himself.
The two of them stood in silence. The
moment of skill and danger was past, and the
dead body before them proclaimed their vic-
tory. Frowning with the glare of the sun and
the misery of their achievement they both
looked down at the piteous, one-winged eagle.
Not a mark of blood was on it, the beak glisten-
ing and uncrushed, the ribbed feet and talons
clenched together. It was not the fact of death
that kept them in silence; the watcher could
not always keep his station in the air. What
both of them could still see was the one-winged
heap of bone and feathers, slewing and jerking
uncontrolled to earth.
In the distance they heard the noise of the
farmer's truck approaching, and saw it stop at a
gate and the farmer wave as he got out to open
it They quickly picked up the bird and its
wing, and ran with them to the little hillock
covered in rocks at the corner of the paddock.
Between two large rocks they folded both
wings across the bird and piled stones above it;
and then, each lifting, carried a large flat stone
and placed it above the others.
As they ran back towards the aerpplane a
black dot broke from the hills and swung out
above them, circling round and round, watch-
ing the truck accelerate and then stop as the
two aeroplanes turned, taxied and slid into the
air before it could reach them.
Geoffrey Dutton The wedge-tailed eagle
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