By Sandeep Datta, April 16, 2013
The 11-year-old was luck enough that her eyes were not gauged out by the hard and razor-edged nails of the bird. When I asked her why she was attacked, she told me having standing on the balcony on the second floor, close to which is the tree where the eagles have been birth to the offsprings.
I realised the girl was probably standing on the wrong place and could be doing some mischief. But then three days later I became the eagles' next target.
While standing on the balcony on the first floor, I felt as if I had been slapped by a sheet, bigger than my mouth's size. For once, I could not realise what hit me. Then suddenly I saw an eagle sitting on the roof's edge at our neighour's house.
I realised it was nothing but that eagle. I smiled and went inside the drawing room from the balcony, feeling it was an improper place to stand these days.
My curiosity later took me to the balcony on the second-floor where my niece had been attacked. I noticed the eagle had given birth to two baby-eagles. I felt delighted while keeping my another eye on any possible attack from any side.
The wooden stick I was carrying with me while standing on the balcony had given me strength to stand there for some time.
I had made up my mind to finish off the enemy eagles at the earliest.
My younger sister had even warned me against that, saying how could I kill birds even when they were just trying to ensure safety for their kids in natural way.
I said I could not risk any child's eyes or harm to any any neighbhourhood child by such freak eagles. But her logic appealed to me and I quite the idea then and there.
The next day I found a beak of an eagle in our park in which a 30-feet tree, which has the eagles' nest, is located. It did not take me long to understand it was nothing but a revengeful act of eagle-parents, attacking to secure their lone baby-eagel in the nest.
I felt sad for the poor parents and left. I returned home and narrated that to my mother who also felt perturbed for the poor eagle parents.
After nearly three weeks today (April 16), I was talking to my neighbour at the first-storey balcony while holding my friend's call in one hand. I was appreciating his child's cricketing skills and enthusiasm.
Suddenly, something huge hit my face making me duck at once.
It was an eagle once again. The neighbour said it happened so suddenly that even he could not realise an eagle was coming from such a height towards me. I escaped without any major damage except a shock and a feeling of slap over half of my face once again.
But I turned around and looked up, towards the tree where the nest was. I was stunned to see that the corpse of a grown up baby-eagle was hanging from the thread of a kite.
I felt very sorry for the poor couple eagles. They tried their best to protest their kids for so long. But all in vain. Even if the humans were not responsible but surely the eagle parents had their natural right to express anguish and spirit to avenge the deaths in personal world.
I could empathise the eagles' pain, having undergone the same experience twice for my children.
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