It looked like a standoff. At a small pool of water in the dry sandy riverbed of the Black Mfolosi river a male Bataleur and a Tawny Eagle contested the scarce resource. Both stood on the sand at the water’s edge and hunched their shoulders at each other.
I watched a while then scanned all around. Suddenly I heard a cry above me. Two birds circled each other in the air just above our vantage point on a bluff overlooking the river. I looked back at the waterhole. They were gone, this must be them. It was. The eagle was dive-bombing the Bataleur shouting a hoarse kraak kraak. The Bataleur screamed defiantly, dodging the move.
The eagle circled to gain height and folded its wings and took aim again, the agile Bataleur dodging with a sideways roll.
The Bataleur then landed in a tall dead tree while the eagle was climbing again. Soon the Tawny was on his way down again, zooming straight at him and knocking him off his perch. They banked and circled and strained to gain height again, the Bataleur’s wingflaps surprisingly noisy. Once again the Tawny won the climb and launched a dive.
The Bataleur folded his wings and flew away low over the tree tops away from the river.
The Tawny landed back at the pool where it all started, victorious.
High above a white-backed vulture and a Yellow-billed Kite, witnesses to the dogfight, still circled in the thermals.
Wow!! Who needs a lion kill?
Oh, Jessica. Yes, dear. I didn’t realise how long we’d been here. We’ll drive now and look for lions, honey.
pics from https://willemkruger.wordpress.com/ and birdguides.com – thank you!