High above the White Rock beach, an eagle sat, alone. While we watched, he started to call:
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| "Squeak, whistle, squeak!" |
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| "I'm coming!" |
His mate joined him, and they sang a duet.
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| "Whistle, squeak, whistle." And the squeakiest "Tweet, tweet, tweet!" I've ever heard. |
The female may repeat a single, soft, high-pitched note that has been called “unlike any other calls in nature”; apparently this signals her readiness for copulation. (From All About Birds)
The photos are poor; the eagles were far away. I wished, later, that I had had the camera on video, to get the female's call.
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