After breakfast, I took my gun and went to inspect Dolinka, in which we got up camp. In the morning the weather was gorgeous: the sky was cloudless, the sun sends its abundant life-giving rays, and therefore everywhere on earth was so good - for a holiday. Shrubby and herbaceous vegetation was jubilant form, of the forest came the screams. woodpeckers, the air rushed bumblebees, butterflies ...
Beating a small swamp, I found zverovuyu path trodden must bear, which led me to the old fumes, littered convicts overgrown with dwarf birch and blackberries.
In the morning I put on his boots was wrong, something hard hit me under the sole and hurt to walk. I got on the first available fallen trees and became change shoes. Flicking from the shoe foreign object, again I got dressed, and just wanted to get up, when he saw a white-tailed eagle.
Flatten their strong wings, he flew toward me, heading for the larch, growing in the middle of a small clearing. Describing a large circle around me, he deftly, hurriedly, sat on one of the upper branches, and folded his wings, but immediately raised them slightly, straightened and folded again.
Eagle looked around and then bent his head down. It was only then I noticed in the legs had a thing, but what it was - for a range of distances - to be seen. Suddenly, from behind and slightly to the left of me there was a scream, which usually publish raptors. Eagle guard. He bent his head, she nodded twice and opened his mighty yellow beak. Plumage on his neck rose. In this form it really justifies the title of the king of birds.
At that moment, I saw another eagle, heading to the same larch. Regal predator, sitting in a tree, opened his legs and let his victim. Small animal, the size of pikas, flew down and hit the ground with such a noise with which fall only dead bodies.
Then the eagle fell from the branch and flew swiftly on an inclined plane, taking the left and trying as soon equalized with the enemy. Another bird that was above him, began to flutter their wings to stay in one place, but then suddenly ran swiftly on his enemy, missed and so reduced that almost touched me with his wing.
Now both the Eagles were on the same level. They described the spiral circle, quickly approaching, and suddenly rushed toward each other. The birds were in the air vertically, they flapped their wings furiously and made a shrill screams that could be called kvohtane. Mate, they were tearing each other's body with its claws, throwing feathers around. Of course, that during the battle, both eagles began to fall, and when their wings touched the grass, they again went to the air, describing a small circle, and again locked in mortal combat.
This time I noticed that they have worked not only legs, but beaks. Again rained feathers. Now I do not know which of the eagles sitting in a tree, and who came to take away the prey, - they were both the same size and have identical plumage. In the third fight in one of the bird's blood around his neck, the other was bared and scratched his belly. Both had frayed wings and broken feathers. Eagles circled, and the one who managed to climb up and tried to attack his opponent from above. Lower Eagle deft movement of the wing evaded the enemy's attack, and, using a slip, he goes on the offensive, but also fell down. Thus, changing places, they descended lower and lower, until once again did not get the land. They then flew off to the side and began to float, trying to take in relation to one another command position and at the same time removed from the place of combat. A couple of times they have appeared through the trees, and finally disappeared altogether.
Then I decided to see what was in the clutches of that of the first eagle. As I approached the larch, I thought someone had thrown into the trees, but I could not see who it was.
I searched in vain dropped by eagles prey - it disappeared. It became clear that some other predator, this time the four-legged, maybe speakers, sable or fox, used the confusion and picked up a tidbit.
Thrown the gun over his shoulder, I went to the left edge of the Nagorno Valley. Selecting a popolozhe, I went to one of the closest saddles to hrebtike and sat there to rest.
A minute later I heard the noise again and saw one of the eagles just had fought. He sat on koryazhinu near me, so I could well consider it. The fact that this was the one of the bullies, I do not doubt it. Spoiled wing, ruffled feathers on the chest and dried blood on the right side of the neck spoke for themselves.
Very tired, a winner or a loser, he was sitting with wings, beak wide open, breathing heavily. With quarter of an hour, if not more, resting eagle. Then he began to straighten his beak feathers in the wings, throwing out spoiled, and spruce up your outfit on the chest. This procedure, it takes quite a long time. I sat patiently and watched him and did not move.
After sitting for a few minutes more quietly, White appeared and flew on the battlefield. He sat on the same larch, in the same place and looked down. Then he sank to the ground, and not finding anything there again rose in the air and flew up the valley for another killing.
At that moment, at my feet stirred the dry leaf, two, three ... I leaned over and saw two ants - black and red, clasping jaws and also due to the production, which is a small worm, lay tossed aside. Ants attacked each other with such fury that it is clearly stated that they are both at all costs want to destroy each other.
I was so busy ants that had completely forgotten about the worm and when he looked at the spot where he was lying, he was no where in sight. Nearby is a small hole in the ground, and I saw him dragged back like an insect ground beetle. When I again looked at the place match, he saw only one red ant. He fussed and apparently dropped by looking for larvae, but not finding it, he went for another killing.
I was struck by an analogy: two events - one in the realm of birds, another of the insect kingdom - if purposely have been played on the same plan. Then I remembered a very ordinary dog ??fights because of the bone, and the third dog that did not participate in the dump, uses always the case and takes varnish bone. This is the struggle for life. In every living creature has two aims of life. First - to maintain their own lives and the second - leaving behind offspring, and therefore all living beings are struggling for possession of power and for the possession of the uterus. Nature took good care of the extension types.