We drove off the dirt road and onto a green hill, stopped the light blue Holden station wagon and walked up to the top of the low hill which ended in a steep cliff overlooking Natal down below. About 30m below us (I’d guess) was a nest, just as Robbie Sharratt had told Dad there would be, and on the nest was an eagle chick.
The main reason the ole man had taken his dearly beloved son on an outing was his new Canon FT QL SLR camera with a 200mm telephoto lens. It needed a subject, and there was the Black Eagle chick right there in the hot sun. Aquila verreauxii, now called Verreaux’s Eagle.
The way I recall it, we got pics of the nest and the chick, and a parent landed on or near the nest while we waited, but I could be imagining that part. Wonder where those pics are? I’d guess this was ca.1965 when I was ten years old.
It looked something like this (this pic from the Western Cape Black Eagle Project ):
The top pic was taken at Giants Castle in the Drakensberg by ‘Veronesi.’
The majestic Verreaux’s eagle! We had a breeding pair that lived near Newcastle. My friend Stoffel and I often climbed to a vantage point where we could check progress in the nest. Then watched from hatching through siblicide and on to the chick leaving the nest. Used to love watching them display. Impressive. Even if not quite as acrobatic as the bataleur…
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Could have been the same nest? Or yours not near Normandien?
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