Гитлер предлагал СОСТОЯНИЕ за голову ОРЛА! ОН видел немецкие танки за километр и помогал Т-34!

A large steppe eagle perches on the armor of a moving T-34. The tank's turret is adorned with a crudely painted white wing. The bird beats its healthy wing against the metal and lets out a piercing cry. Summer of 1942. The foothills of the Caucasus. The Germans offered a price of three thousand Reichsmarks for this bird's head. This is the story of how a predator with a broken wing became a living radar and saved a Soviet crew from thirty-four ambushes, causing the tank to disappear seconds before exploding. July of 1942. The steppe foothills seventy kilometers south of Rostov. Sergeant Artem Sokolov stood near a charred rock outcrop and watched the bird. The eagle lay between two black rocks. Its left wing stuck out at an unnatural angle. The feathers on its chest were singed. The bird was breathing. Its eyes followed the man. Stepan Gromov, the driver-mechanic, spat at the ground. "Commander, this is nonsense. A predator in a tank. We're cramped enough as it is." Sokolov crouched down. He held out his hand. The eagle didn't move. Only its talons clenched slightly on the stone. The sergeant carefully ran his fingers over the healthy wing. The feathers were rough. Warm. "Stepan, get a rag from the box. A clean one." "Artyom Vasilyevich, are you serious? What, have we opened a veterinary clinic here?" "Do as I say." Gromov muttered something obscene. He reached into the rear box. He returned with an armful of rags. Sokolov carefully picked up the eagle. The bird weighed about five kilograms. Maybe a little more. Its beak opened slightly. But the eagle didn't peck. The sergeant carried it to the tank. Stepan had already built a semblance of a nest in the turret. To the right of the gun breech. There was about forty centimeters of clear space. Sokolov laid the bird in a rag. The eagle shook its head. Looked at the men. Closed its eyes. "What shall we call it?" asked gunner Fyodor Kulik. He was sitting on the armor, smoking a hand-rolled cigarette. "Thunder," said Sokolov. "Did you hear him scream when we approached? Like thunder from heaven." Fyodor grinned. "Thunder, so Thunder. Maybe he'll scare the Germans away." That was July 23rd. Eight days later, the eagle saved their lives for the first time.