THE FISH EAGLE

The bird of prey sat high up in the branch of very tall tree, and looked over the expanse of dark water. All of nature was in balance and the silence, the wind and the birdlife, were like a symphony of the jungle’s spirit and heart. The call of the fish eagle went up as was its custom before a hunt; distinct and beautiful like the call of an angel of the bush and the water. All was quiet and at peace for an eternal moment in time. Then the raptor swooped suddenly and without signal, and dived down on the water from on high, with talons outstretched for the kill, gliding at the last minute over the surface; and grabbing its prey in an impossible moment; like a magician of the catch. Still the lord of the air gave its distinct call, as it flew away to its perch deep in the dense African bush, to enjoy another well-deserved catch. The tradition, and the spirit of Africa lives on, in its splendid flight!