Outflying the Eagle
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morrobay1990Title: Outflying the Eagle
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morrobay1990
Genre: post-canon
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Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's.
♥ Jack
It had happened when he was twelve or thirteen and he remembered it all these years later.
He had watched for hours one afternoon, off and on in between chores, a territorial face-off between an eagle and a chicken hawk, neither bird a slouch at offense or defense.
He knew the chicken hawk had a nest at the top of a dying pine tree behind the barn...nested there every year...but this time an eagle had come along and spotted the nest and its sole purpose in life from that moment on, was to keep the mother hawk away from the nest...away from her babies.
It was painful to watch. The hawk would swoop and dive at the eagle in an attempt to distract it, to outfly it, to pull it away from the nest, ready for whatever fight would present itself, anything to get the eagle’s attention focused on her instead of her hatchlings.
But the eagle, having only hunger, and not the death of its offspring, at risk, was in control. It had nothing invested in the nest, in the pine tree, and could wait out the mother hawk, and it did.
Whenever she would venture near, the eagle would come between her and the nest, unmercifully attacking from the air, diving and flying closer and closer to the nest as the hawk flew at it, panic-stricken, no fear in her as she attempted to engage the eagle in combat, and tried in vain to protect her youngsters.
In between, the eagle would retreat to a nearby tree to rest, while the hawk would take the respite offered to search for food for herself and her hatchlings.
But the eagle wouldn’t allow the food to be delivered. Time and again the hawk would try to get access to her nest and be denied, as the eagle sailed, beautiful and deadly, between the mother and her nest.
Late in the afternoon, as the sun was moving further down in the sky, Jack stopped to see the current situation. The hawk was tiring. She had started to rest more between bouts with the eagle; the bigger bird knew instinctively that it had won, it was only a matter of time.
The sad struggle he’d seen years before suddenly, inexplicably, came back to Jack now, as he watched the back of Ennis’s trailer pull out of the trailhead, bound for home.
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morrobay1990Genre: post-canon
Word count:
Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's.
♥ Jack
It had happened when he was twelve or thirteen and he remembered it all these years later.
He had watched for hours one afternoon, off and on in between chores, a territorial face-off between an eagle and a chicken hawk, neither bird a slouch at offense or defense.
He knew the chicken hawk had a nest at the top of a dying pine tree behind the barn...nested there every year...but this time an eagle had come along and spotted the nest and its sole purpose in life from that moment on, was to keep the mother hawk away from the nest...away from her babies.
It was painful to watch. The hawk would swoop and dive at the eagle in an attempt to distract it, to outfly it, to pull it away from the nest, ready for whatever fight would present itself, anything to get the eagle’s attention focused on her instead of her hatchlings.
But the eagle, having only hunger, and not the death of its offspring, at risk, was in control. It had nothing invested in the nest, in the pine tree, and could wait out the mother hawk, and it did.
Whenever she would venture near, the eagle would come between her and the nest, unmercifully attacking from the air, diving and flying closer and closer to the nest as the hawk flew at it, panic-stricken, no fear in her as she attempted to engage the eagle in combat, and tried in vain to protect her youngsters.
In between, the eagle would retreat to a nearby tree to rest, while the hawk would take the respite offered to search for food for herself and her hatchlings.
But the eagle wouldn’t allow the food to be delivered. Time and again the hawk would try to get access to her nest and be denied, as the eagle sailed, beautiful and deadly, between the mother and her nest.
Late in the afternoon, as the sun was moving further down in the sky, Jack stopped to see the current situation. The hawk was tiring. She had started to rest more between bouts with the eagle; the bigger bird knew instinctively that it had won, it was only a matter of time.
The sad struggle he’d seen years before suddenly, inexplicably, came back to Jack now, as he watched the back of Ennis’s trailer pull out of the trailhead, bound for home.
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very poetic
Date: 2013-02-10 05:37 pm (UTC)