Atop the mountainside, my sharp eyes could see everything: every ripple in the tall grass below: a signal that a small rodent was dashing through the grass. I could clearly see the small creases of rough bark on a tree trunk half a mile away. Fifty feet below, I could make out the smallest ant climbing through the dirt.
I felt the rush of wind through the cliffs; a tall overhang protected us from harsh winds and rain. My mate rose slowly, his eyes blinking softly. I greeted him with a few short clicks, which he then returned.
The fledglings were the next to wake. Already, they were peeping. Hungry. As the female, I was the one to hunt. I told my mate this in another series of short clicks, then opened my wings and began flapping against the wings. Slowly, I started to work with it. I soared in the direction it led me, as I kept a sharp eye out for prey.
Suddenly, a ripple in the tall grass below: Ground squirrel. I closed my wings and began a low-angled dive, heading straight for the squirrel. I dove, wind racing through my feathers until I was just a foot from impact. I rapidly unfurled brilliant wings, fanned out my tail, and opened razor-sharp talons. My wings, suddenly against the wind, triggered an immense boom that sounded like that of a clap of thunder. The squirrel noticed me and ran. Too late.
Clutching him in my talons, I took off again and soared up the mountainside. I delivered the prey to my hungry hatchlings before leaving once more.
I rose, rose 150 feet above the ground, and still could see a hare chewing grass below. I began another dive, but alerted the hare of my presence. He ran off. Long legs enabled him to escape swiftly. Instead of continuing the chase, I perched onto a nearby tree to watch for more prey.
Another hare caught my eye, and I went for it. I missed again. Too noisy, too slow, too unskilled.
The eaglets needed food. If they didn't receive it, one or both would die.
Then, just a few yards ahead, I spotted another hare hidden in the grass. He must've seen me first and tried hiding. But now, I finally had the advantage. I could see him, but tucked in long grass, the hare couldn't see me.
Again, I folded my wings, went sailing toward the hare, but he saw me first. He ran, ran away. It was too late for me to properly slow my...