Hornby Island Eagle Song Fly
Away
http://www.gjsnz.com/
(click on the link to hear the
song at George's Homepage)
They didnt know, they were just part of A show.
Few million people or so, and they didnt know.
They're two of a kind, caught in a moment in
time.
Touching all of our lives, and they'll never
know..
The time has come, for them to fly away,
and all I feel is emptiness, fly away
and all that's left is an empty nest.
It was so nice to be, with these two beautiful
things,
who took us under their wings, and taught
us all how to see.
We got a glipmse of their world, we got the
eagle eye view.
A special moment in time, for me and for you.
The time has come, for them to fly away,
and all I feel is emptiness, fly away
and all that's left is an empty nest. Fly
Away
Fly Away, Where eagles soar all day.
Eagles fly away yeah
They really will be ok yeah
Return again some day yeah
But the time has come, for them to fly away,
and all I feel is emptiness, fly away
and all that's left is an empty nest.
Made by George / New Zealandhttp://www.gjsnz.com/
Was It Only This Year?
Was it only this year that my life's interest
changed, after fifty long years on this Earth?
Was it only this year I discovered a nest,
and with others awaited a birth?
Was it only this year that I watched every
stick placed with thoughtful precision and care,
and then looked on astonished as one egg was
laid, then a second, to make up a pair?
I watched with the friends newly made round
the globe as the parents protected their eggs;
I saw how their talons - swift death in the
air - curled up ball-like beneath feathered legs.
I watched as they took it in turns night and
day to give life-giving warmth to their young,
and I listened as each to the other called
out with those piercing notes, hauntingly sung.
As the days came and went, and the eggs did
not hatch,
my fear grew for each young unborn friend;
And when dawn broke one morning, one small
egg was gone,
though the other the parents still tend.
For a few more sad days I continued to hope,
then my dreams became things of the past
as the dawn's light appeared, and the now
barren nest bore stark witness to grief unsurpassed.
I continued to watch as they searched for their
egg - or the hatchling that never had been.
And I saw how they tidied the nest with great
care, as they clung to their normal routine.
They continued to brood where the eggs had
once lain,
bringing feathers, and twigs, and soft moss,
but as longer and longer the nest was left
bare, they were clearly accepting their loss.
One last time they returned to the cold lonely
nest,
and the eyes of the world watched them land,
and they stared at the place where a baby
should be, as if still, they did not understand.
At the camera they stared - did they know
we were there?
Did they know that we mourned with them too?
Then they left, and their song that we know
now so well echoed long in heart piercing 'adieu'.
No longer the eagles of Hornby are heard, and
no more is their majesty seen;
They fly now together, united and free, by
our cameras unwatched and unseen.
But the cameras aren't needed to see those
brave birds, for they fly in my heart and my mind;
If I just close my eyes I can see them out
there, soaring free, unrestrained, unconfined.
Was it only this year it all happened, I ask,
as I think over all I have seen.
Was it only this year that I learned how to
care for those creatures so brave and serene?
Were those eggs really empty? Indeed they
were not! Those brave parents have not been denied,
for WE are their children, their hopes and
their dreams - over Hornby we soar by their side...
Written by Lindy Chambers, aka Kamali
Videos
dedicated to 'our' eagles
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m38G2YJIXWI
Designed by Humble777/Music 'Bridge
over troubled water'
http://www.katrinatribute.info/eagles.htm
Designed by Lisa Tichenor/Music
'Fly' by Celine Dion
Janie
Moser's tribute
http://www.janiemoser.com/TheEaglesOfHornbyIsland.htm
From
'artsygirl'
The little wiggle
A heavy sigh
The left corner patch of the
bright blue sky
Mom and Dad
Eggs spun around
A camera glance
The human face on a broken branch
Mom and Dad
A beautiful landing
A clumsy move
The strong winds blowing that
ruffled “do”
Mom and Dad
Devotion
Protection
Perfection
Mom and Dad
Soundguy's story
Some Thoughts .... About "US"
Somewhere in the near future,
a young couple and their pre-school daughter
will visit Hornby Island.
On their stroll toward a tall growth of Douglas
Firs, the father points and says,
“That’s where we met. It was the spring of
2006.
There were millions of us here, from all over
the world.”
With a quizzical look his daughter asks, “Where,
by those trees?”
The couple and their daughter come to the edge
of the fir stand, and the father points again, “There it is,that’s the
tree where we all met, that funny looking one with no top.” With a more
puzzled look than ever his daughter says, “How could millions of people
meet in a tree?” The father, now shouting with excitement, “and there’s
the nest, see that little clump on the top branches? That’s it .. there
it is, the eagles nest where we met!” The five year old looks at her mother
and asks, “Is daddy telling another fairy tale mommy?”
It wasn’t a fairy tale, we were there. We saw
it, and we lived it.
We were total strangers, known only by funny
sounding names like “Nufdawg” ,
“Squink” and “Hotflash.” The one’s we could
put an imaginary face to,
were David Hancock, Richard Pitt, and Doug
Carrick.
We were brought together as a family. We laughed
together, shared together,
we agonized together and we cried together.
And yet, we never met face to face.
As the couple and their child walk away, the
father takes a final glance.
The nest looks a shambles. Dead twigs hanging,
some caught like spears in the branch below.
At the edge of the nest, what appears to be
a growth of deep green moss. One side of the
tree has turned a rust colour.
If you close your eyes you can see it. The
little blue patch in the corner. The funny face at the end of that snapped
off branch. And the white, yellow and mahogany brown of the eagles. Feathers
that look like an acrylic painting. And if you listen closely, high above
the trees in the mist of Hornby Island, the distant echo’s of the soft
melodic whistling of two American Bald Eagles. Maybe the progeny of two
elderly eagles who allowed us to share their most intimate moments. Next
spring, they’ll perform their beautiful tumbling mid-air courtship ballet.
And maybe, they’ll come back to the Hornby Island nest. To repair, and
rebuild.
And start all over again.
May, 2006. Hornby Island. Eagle Time: Forever
Thank you, Mom and Dad
You both taught us
commitment, dedication and gentleness.
It has been a gift to share
your life for some weeks.
Hope to meet you again next year...
"Come forth into the light of
things.
Let nature be your teacher."
William Wordsworth
Last, but not least, a very special
THANK YOU
to those, who made this possible:
Doug Carrick, David Hancock
and Richard Pitt
from Hornby Island / BC
http://www.hancockhouse.com/
U P D A T E
Mom and Dad returned to their
nest on October 22, 2006
Picture from Hancock Wildlife Channel
Forum
Doug's watchim them in their nest...
and the eagle seems to say
'Hey - we're back...where are our fans from
all over the world???':-)))
For sure we are all happy, that the pair came
back safe and sound.
Unfortunately we don't have any chance to
see them in 2007:-(((
UPDATE / July 2007:
Mom and Dad are raising two
baby-eagles this year!!!
No doubt: The most beautiful baby - eagles
EVER:-)
Both pictures where taken from 'Playful' on her
visit at Hornby Island...
she allowed me to use them here (thank you, Playful).
To see more actually pics of the eagles and their
nest go to
http://picasaweb.google.ca/PlayfulForever/MyHornbyTrip?authkey=0t6J6-i8nT0
To see all upcoming news go to
http://discuss.hancockwildlifechannel.org/viewforum.php?f=2
