Birth and death are everyday in the bush of Africa, yet for us humans we like control. A young Brown Snake (or Tawny) Eagle is calling in a tree nearby. He has been moving from tree to tree all afternoon… calling. I’m no raptor (bird of prey) expert so I can only guess that it is an immature bird calling for his mother. It is quite disturbing and I wish I could do something to help. My thoughts move to the stories Peter has told me about the distressful bellowing of a rhino calf orphaned by poachers and how heartbreaking…