???¦?Oh my,???¦? Stacey worriedly thought, ???¦?What should I do????¦? Being as careful as she possibly could, she stooped below the edge of the strange nest. As she peered over and upwards and then looked in all directions to try and see who, or what, the noise was coming from, she saw nothing. She saw nothing. But she still swore she could hear a noise pattering footsteps. Moments later, that noise she had heard turned to the large silhouette of a mysterious figure. It was the owner of the nest ~ a huge turkey. Stacey was sitting in a local nest. Oh, she couldn???¦??t believe it. There were definitely bad signals coming out in her head. What is an eagle to do if they laid their eggs amongst other birds? That was a question she didn???¦??t like to ponder.
Other birds aren’t able to hear as well as eagles, nor do they fly as high. But as any bird knows, they can be a rough breed. They’re fighters. No birds take kindly to invaders. The mothering eagle had a strong sense that if she stayed in the nest, things were
not going to turn out well, so she debated leaving, if only for a few moments, and then planned on returning when the other bird went away. It wasn’t an easy decision, but it was one that had to be made. Taking one last look at her eggs, before covering them with straw, she softly cried out, “I’ll be back, little ones.” Mother eagle looked to the sky, with an awestruck fear tingling deep within. “Please,” she creaked to the sky above, “Please don’t let anything happen to my eggs.” Immediately after her little gesture, she stretched her wings, thrusting them into the blowing wind, and took off with the stabbing pain of dust and debris as it pitted into the tender skin below her eyes.
The wind was incredibly powerful. Eagles are very strong but when hurricane-like winds are blowing, even the mightiest of birds take shelter. It was a crazy thought to even try and leave, and she knew it. But once she was in the air, there was no turning back. She put all of her effort into trying to fly a steady course. She did everything she could possibly do to avoid losing track of the nest. It was an absolute must to find a place to perch and watch over those eggs. With the turn of her head, the place soon revealed itself in the form of a large post sticking out of the ground. It was a power line pole.
The whistling power lines dangled from the T-topped tower. It was the only place high enough to stand so she could see the field area below without being seen by the turkey. There was no denying it was dangerous. One slip and it could mean her life. But she didn’t want anyone to touch her eggs, and the only way she could be sure of that was to land within the sight of the nest.
Stacey tried to stay as close as possible. Eagles have great eyesight, but too much distance between herself and her eggs meant trouble. As she approached one of the towers draped with hanging electrical wires, she noticed a small platform area on top of the post. It would be hard to land on the flat area while the wind continued to blow, but there was no other choice to be made. She had to land to watch her eggs.
As the noise of the whistling power lines sliced the wind, her chosen area to land became more frightening. Mother eagle flew in a course, opposite from her nesting area, then dropped the feathers at the rear of her wings, and spun around. She set her eyes on the small platform. It was high above the ground. Hidden on the opposite side was a large silver box. The clouds began to drizzle with rain as she scoped out a place to perch.
As Stacey carefully navigated through the air and cautiously approached the flattened surface, she swayed her fighting wings forward in an attempt to balance her approach. She reached, with all her might, towards a little projection that stuck out from the top of the box. It was the only place for a good grip to stop in the gusting wind. As she stretched one claw down, then the other, an untimely breeze gusted and blew her off balance. She slipped as she grasped the little projection. This was not a good mistake to make.
A stunning shock shot through her body and triggered a blackout in her eyes. Everything disappeared. She couldn’t see the ground. All feeling and sensation were gone.
When John eagle had flown back from his scouting venture, he noticed the empty nest. Stacey was gone. He continued to sail high in the air, trying to avoid the dust and debris blowing through the air at the lower elevations. The sight of the nest had him stunned. There was nothing. Not even an egg. Something was terribly wrong. He knew it wasn’t like Stacey to leave when he had told her to wait for him to come back. From the altitude at which he sailed, looking down, he began to wonder if maybe it was just his angle that made the nest look vacant. It was very difficult to see through the dust, so the thought that maybe he had mistaken his sighting crossed his mind. But as he edged downward, swooping towards the large nest, there was still no sign of Stacey. Then he seen something that spooked him. A large mother turkey was walking towards the nest.