“Destroy them,” was the reply, “destroy them by every possible means,
for we can count on no assistance from other than human helpers. Eagles
are the tyrants of the air, and no other bird dares attack them. The
destruction of their nests is the surest way to put an end to the
ravages they from time to time commit among our flocks. But it is an
enterprise not without danger to make one’s way to the eagle’s aery and
wring the necks of the young birds. The shepherds of the Pyrenees go
about this work in couples, one armed with a double-barreled rifle and
the other with a long pike. At daybreak, when the eagle is already away
hunting, the two nest-destroyers climb to the top of the steep
declivity where the aery is situated. The first man, the one armed with
the rifle, posts himself on the rocky summit to fire at the eagle if it
returns, while the second, his pike fastened to his belt, clambers down
from rock to rock to the aery and removes the eaglets, which are still
too young to offer serious resistance. But at their first cry of
distress the mother hastens to the rescue and hurls herself furiously
at her enemy, who receives her with blows of his pike until his comrade
brings her down with a well-aimed shot. The male, until then soaring
among the clouds, now descends like a thunderbolt and is on the
hunter’s head before the man has time to use his pike. Fortunately a
second bullet from the rifle-man stationed above breaks the bird’s
wing.”
“What if he had missed the bird?” asked Jules.
“Then it would have been all over with his companion. His face torn by
the eagle’s beak and his eyes pecked out, he would have fallen to the
foot of the precipice, a mangled corpse. No, it is hardly a holiday
diversion to go bird-nesting among the haunts of the eagle.”
“I’m sure I shouldn’t care to undertake it,” was Jules’s comment.
“Next to the eagle the goshawk is the largest of our diurnal birds of
prey. It is a magnificent creature about the size of a well-grown
rooster, brown above and white underneath, with numerous little dark
stripes running around the body. The eye is adorned with a white
eyebrow, the beak is blue-black, and the feet are yellow.
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