She does such an interesting thing. She breaks off a twig from a tree or bush, takes it in its beak, rises to a great height and starts circling there with this twig. Eagles begin to fly around the female, then she throws this branch down, and she looks. And then some eagle picks up this branch in the air, preventing it from falling, and then brings it to the female very carefully, from beak to beak. The eagle takes this branch and again throws it down, the male catches it again and brings it to her, and she again throws it … And this is repeated many, many times. If during a certain time and repeated throwing of a branch the eagle picks it up every time, then the female chooses it, and they mate with it.
Why she does this, you will understand later.
Then they gather high on a rock, build a nest from hard twigs, rare, quite tough, and mom and dad begin to rip out of themselves, from their own flesh, with their beaks, down and feathers. They line the nest with these fluff and feathers, fill in all the holes in it, make it soft and warm. The eagle lays eggs in such a soft and warm nest, then they incubate their chicks. When eagles appear (and they come to the Light of God so small, naked, weak), the parents cover them with their bodies until they get stronger. They shield them with their wings from the rain, from the scorching sun, carry them water, food, and the chicks grow. Feathers begin to grow, wings and tail grow stronger.
And now they have fledged, although they are still small. Then mom and dad see that it's time …
Dad sits on the edge of the nest and begins to beat on it with his wings: threshing, beating, shaking this nest. For what? In order to knock out all the feathers and down, so that only a rigid frame of branches remains, which at the very beginning they weaved and folded. And the chicks sit in this shaken nest, they are uncomfortable, tough, and they do not understand what happened: after all, Mom and Dad were so affectionate and caring before. At this time, Mom flies somewhere, catches a fish and sits down about five meters from the nest so that the chicks can see. Then, in full view of his chicks, he begins to eat this fish. The chicks are sitting in the nest, yelling, squealing, they do not understand what happened, because everything was different before. Mom and Dad fed them, watered them, and now everything is gone: the nest has become tough, feathers and down are gone, and the parents themselves eat fish, but they are not given it.
What to do? After all, you want to eat, you have to get out of the nest. And then the chicks begin to make movements that they have never done before. They wouldn't do them any further if their parents continued to babysit them. Chicks begin to crawl out of the nest. Here the eaglet falls out, so clumsy, still can't do anything, doesn't know anything. The nest stands on a rock, on a steep cliff so that no predators can get close. The chick breaks down from this slope, rides along it with its belly, and then flies into the abyss. And then dad (the one who once caught twigs) headlong rushes down and catches this eagle on his back, preventing him from breaking. And then, on his back, he lifts him again into an uncomfortable nest, again on a rock, and everything starts all over again. These chicks fall, and the father catches them.
And the Father caught them like an eagle on His back. Eagles never break a single eagle.
And at one of the moments of the fall, the eagle begins to make a movement that it has never done before: it spreads its lateral processes-wings in the wind, falling into the air stream and thus begins to fly. This is how the eagles teach their chicks. And as soon as the chick begins to fly by itself, the parents take it with them and show the places where the fish are found. They no longer carry it in his beak.
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This is a very good example of how we can educate our spiritual and physical children. How important it is not to overexpose them in a warm nest! How important it is not to overfeed them with fish, when they themselves can already catch it! But with what care we must teach them to fly, devoting our strength, and our time, and wisdom, and skills to this! No wonder the female chooses the male, throwing a twig. She doesn't want her children to crash. You choose a careless daddy without checking, and then you will not count the children … Eagles already have few chicks, one or two …
V. Pearl