It's amazing that after all the years of watching sea eagles, I've never actually witnessed a maiden flight - until yesterday! Watching from Glen Aros, still searching in vain for chick no.1, I could see chick no.2 bouncing about on his favourite branch just to the left of the nest. He's been there many times before. Usually he then bravely launches himself off - and lands straight back in the nest. But yesterday at 1346, something was different. He seemed even more active than usual, more bouncy, more agitated. I could see his beak opening and shutting continuously, clearly screaming his head off at dad Skye perched nearby. At the distance I was from them, all I could hear was the wind in the trees. And perhaps that was the cue - the gusty wind. As I changed aching eyes, from left to right, glued to the telescope's eyepiece, at 1350, he flew - and kept flying - and this time probably more by accident than design it was away from the nest tree. He had officially fledged! I tracked him through the 'scope as he lurched up over the tree tops, then down, banked left, right, legs down, up again, before dropping like a stone into the soft grass. It had lasted all of 15-20 seconds but he was on his way. All I could see was his dark Bournville chocolate head against the pale moor grass. He looked from afar as if he was a bit startled by the turn of events and was looking nervously around him. Skye stayed where he was and looked on. A proud moment perhaps for him. A few minutes later, the chick half jumped, half flew up the bank to a high point and tried again. This time he flew for another few seconds and crash landed in a tree but at least he was off the ground. He may well stay there now for a few days to recover from his great adventure or he may have got a taste for it and will try again. The tingle of pride I felt down my back at his accomplishment was tinged with continued uncertainty about the fate of chick no.1. Although I heard them both last week, he still hasn't emerged into the open and until he does, we'll just have to be patient. Perhaps now with both out of the nest, we'll soon see them together? I looked back to the now flattened, empty nest which had been a safe home for our chicks for the last three months. It had served its purpose well. Frisa and Skye had built it strongly after all. We should have more faith in them! Looking at the now deserted nest, it was like the traditional closing scenes of the Big Brother House after the final eviction as the camera pans around the empty rooms. Feathers, down and bits of prey fluttered in the wind; some sticks were hanging loose beneath the nest; long forgotten voices and calls echoed round the forest. Fade up music. Roll end credits.
Except it's not the end! Far from it. A new chapter in their young lives is only just beginning. Stay tuned.
Dave Sexton RSPB Scotland Mull Officer
Dave Sexton, RSPB Scotland Mull Officer
Tears in my eyes, I can hardly see to type - so pleased that chick no. 2 has fledged and am ever praying for chick no. 1. We long for the moment when they fledge and then probably like them, when they do, feel a bit wobbly and unsure, uh oh what happens now ?? Thank you Dave, Debby, Skye and Frisa.