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Meeting the Eagle

Posted on August 29th, 2010 in Asia,Mongolia by robjkentjr

27 May 2010 | Deluun Sum, Mongolia (47.8677, 90.6981)
On our second day, after suffering a tea hangover from our welcome meals, we finally met the eagle.  Although she did not have a name, she was as much part of the family as any one of the kids (not even the dog slept inside!).
The hunter introduces us to the eagle, which sleeps in the bedroom with the family and was definitely not happy about us waking her up.
We all enjoy a meal together with the eagle.  From this, I learned that when an eagle begs for food, you give it what it wants.  Hanging on the wall, you can also see some of the 44 foxes she caught this last winter.
The eagle-hunter as he gazes lovingly into his pet’s eye.
These talons can do some serious damage if given a chance to clinch the flesh, which she tries on me in a bit.
I am desperate to make friends and cuddle with the bird but she wants nothing to do with me.
I finally get to hold her, and sure enough, she digs her talons into my arm.
The hunter is mounting up to bring his eagle for a horse ride.  She was about as excited as a dog when pulling out the leash for a walk.
It was amazing to see how the eagle is literally a cherished part of the family and earns her keep by hunting for precious meat during the winter.  Sadly, this ends our time in the Kazakh area of Mongolia and now we start our two-week drive to the capital, Ulaanbaatar.

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Daily life with an Eagle-Hunter

Posted on August 16th, 2010 in Asia,Mongolia by robjkentjr

25 May 2010 | Deluun Sum, Mongolia (47.9828, 90.6611)
The reason we came to this remote corner of Mongolia was to visit the eagle-hunter.  But before playing with the giant bird we had to take care of some household chores and drink vast quantities of salty milk tea.
Arriving at the nomadic eagle-hunter’s home, we noticed the satellite dish and solar panel.  It powered his portable TV and mobile phone so I guess that is keeping with his namesake.
As honored guests, the mother fetched us some fresh milk.  She just mixes the goat, sheep and yak milk together for extra flavor.
We also needed some so we drove down to the local creek and scooped some up, careful to keep the floating bits of sheep dung out of it.
Finally, we were ready to make some salty milk tea.  We each drank about eight glasses of the stuff that day.
Our guide had to make a phone call so we walked up to the top of the hill to get one bar of reception.
You might have noticed there are no trees around to use for firewood.  This is why there are piles of dried dung (behind the goats), which gives everything a nice smoky flavor.
As the Mongolians say, I am taking pleasure in the great outdoors toilet.  Cannot imagine doing this when it is -40°F out,
you might lose a vital appendage.
Spending a day helping out with chores has again reaffirmed our respect for these people who live through the harsh winters here (if you wanted to see for yourself, check out Kelin, a great movie depicting Kazakh culture that has not changed for centuries).  Now that we have partaken in the ritual tea drinking, we are ready to meet the last feathered family member.

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