Birding Bond

RichardTheBruce

The one I haven't seen is Time to Kill (1942) which mined Chandler's The High Window, and dropped Marlowe.

Thunderfinger

RichardTheBruce

Falconetti! William Smith in Rich Man, Poor Man.


Chief Inspector Javier Falcón. Books by Robert Wilson. 2012 TV series by Mammoth Screen.



Falcon. Samuel Thomas "Sam" Wilson. Marvel.


Star Wars Deluxe Transformer Millennium Falcon. And cutting board.


G.I. Joe Lt. Falcon.

RichardTheBruce

Falcon, a.k.a. Apollo 15 Lunar Module.



AIM-4 Falcon, first guided air-to-air missile, courtesy USAF.


AIM-26 Falcon, a U.S. nuclear capable air-to-air missile



AIM-47 Falcon, U.S. long-range air-to-air missile


AGM-76 Falcon, experimental high speed nuclear strike air-to-surface missile, US.


Target. AcroStar Mini Jet.

RichardTheBruce

Curtiss Falcon A-3 Biplane, 1925.


Miles M.3 Falcon monoplane, British, 1930s.


Curtiss-Wright Model 22 SNC-1 Falcon, 1941.


DARPA (Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency)
FALCON (Force Application and Launch from Continental United States) HVT-3X.

Earlier (or much later, depending on your perspective) attempt.


F-16 Fighting Falcon, General Dynamics.


Refuel from KC-135 Stratotanker.

CommanderRoss

Thank you for adding the DIEAF version of the Curtiss CW22 Falcon. ;-)
I wonder how many aircraft have gotten the name. Must be loads. Dassault obviously having a full line of business jets, the chinese trainer L15, and I'm pretty sure there were a couple of italian planes called Falcone as well.

Murdock

Yippi Ki Yay Mr. Falcon. :))

RichardTheBruce

Birdleson wrote: »

@Murdock has a Falcon (smoking a cigar) tattooed on his left buttock. I'd really like to see a photo of that.

With respect, I'm thinking that's best approached on the Tattoo message trail @Birdleson must have created years ago. This Birding discussion must maintain its focus. Thanks for your understanding.

@CommanderRoss, those are worth capturing, thanks.

Fiat CR 42 Falco bi-plane, the single most-produced Italian fighter, 1939-1943.


Dassault and its full line of business jets like the (three-engine) Falcon 8X.


MM62029 Aeronautica Militare (Italian Air Force) Dassault Falcon 50.


Hongdu L-15 Falcon Advanced Trainer, China.

RichardTheBruce

Avocet - ˈav·ə·set/ - noun
1. wading bird with long legs and a bill curving upward

French (avocette). Italian (avosetta). Latin (recurvus, curving backward; rostrum, bill).

Avocet (Recurvirostra avosetta): long-legged waders of saltwater wetlands, using curved bills moved back and forth sideways to filter and feed on bugs, small sea life. Four species. Gregarious, nest in colonies. Passionately defend territory. Similar to but different from the Stilt. By the early 20th Century no longer found in Britain due to loss of habitat. They returned circa WWII to the reestablished wetlands intended to slow and complicate a German invasion.

American avocet (Recurvirostra Americana).



Andean avocet (Recurvirostra andina).



Pied avocet (Recurvirostra avosetta).



Red-necked avocet (Recurvirostra novaehollandiae).

RichardTheBruce

Dr. No, Ian Fleming, 1958.
Chapter XIV – Come Into My Parlour
The electric clock in the cool dark room in the heart of the mountain showed four-thirty.
Outside the mountain, Crab Key had sweltered and stunk its way through another day. At the eastern end of the island, the mass of birds, Louisiana herons, pelicans, avocets, sandpipers, egrets, flamingoes and the few roseate spoonbills, went on with building, their nests or fished in the shallow waters of the lake. Most of the birds had been disturbed so often that year that they had given up any idea of building. In the past few months they had been raided at regular intervals by the monster that came at night and burned down their roosting places and the beginnings of their nests. This year many would not breed. There would be vague movements to migrate and many would die of the nervous hysteria that seizes bird colonies when they no longer have peace and privacy.

Birds of the West Indies, James Bond, 1936.
The List of Vagrants
This list includes some species that are either vagrants, or very rare winter residents or transients in the West Indies, whence none is known from more than six acceptable records…
…American Avocet (Recorded from Cuba, Jamaica, and Barbados (Aug.-Oct.).

RichardTheBruce

Avocet snipe-eel.


Avro Avocet, British Navy fighter aircraft prototype, 1920s.



USS Avocet (AM-19), 1918–1946. Present at the Japan bombing of Pearl Harbor and active through WWII.




Avocet locomotive, British Rail Class 89 prototype, 1986





Ford-powered MMI Avocet sports car.


Avocet, album of folk songs by Bert Jansch, 1979.
(The first song "Avocet" is inspired by the traditional song "The Cuckoo".
All songs here focus on sea birds and wading birds.)
00:01 "Avocet" - 17:59
18:00 "Lapwing" - 1:33
19:30 "Bittern" - 7:49
27:00 "Kingfisher" - 3:44
30:00 "Osprey" (Martin Jenkins) - 3:14
33:00 "Kittiwake" - 2:47

RichardTheBruce

@CommanderRoss reported: an avocet image on player's cigarettes. And there's at least a link to player's cigarettes in Bond, as it is I.I.R.C. Tiffany Case who makes up the story about the sailor in it's logo.

Player’s Cigarettes ad campaign, No.2 THE AVOCET - Curious Beaks by John Player & Sons 1929.


The Fleming reference sounds familiar, but I couldn't locate it in Diamonds Are Forever or other novels.

CommanderRoss

Thankfully, we're on a James Bond site. It wasn't Tiffany, it was Domino (silly me!!)
https://www.mi6-hq.com/sections/articles/literary_domino_letter.php3

RichardTheBruce

CommanderRoss wrote: »

Thankfully, we're on a James Bond site. It wasn't Tiffany, it was Domino (silly me!!)

That's an awesome reveal, @CommanderRoss. I'm going to present it graphically to match the page.

Cover art of the 1965 Pan paperback.


Originally from MI6.

https://www.mi6-hq.com/sections/articles/literary_domino_letter.php3
A letter to James Bond was published for the first, and still to date only time,
in 1965 in a promotional tie-in novel for Thunderball...

Thunderball - A Letter From Domino
4th May 2007

To coincide with the movie release of Thunderball in 1965, Pan issued a special edition of the novel by Ian Fleming. The 14th printing of Thunderball in paperback by Pan featured a pull-out promotional item for Players Cigarettes.

It was the first, and to date still the only time, a letter to James Bond was published. The heroine of the adventure, Domino, pens a personal note to Bond after the events of the novel.

In the novel, after having won some money, Bond buys Largo’s “niece”, Domino, dinner. During the course of the meal Domino tells Bond about her first and true love – the sailor on Player’s Navy Cut cigarettes – and the story she had composed around him. This is again mentioned in the letter, to promote the brand. The page reference is a link to the passage where Domino regales her story.

This edition only appeared briefly and, over the years, many of the letters were removed, lost or discarded. Only a few remain in complete and pristine condition, and are much sought after by collectors.

The letter.

Nassau
Friday

Darling,
I wondered at first whether I should write this letter,
but I know you will understand. It hardly seems possible
that we could be so far apart after what happened. Carlo is kind.
Of course I love him, and the children make up for everything.
But once in a while I remember... our first drive...
our first supper together in the Casino.
You ordered Champagne. And I told you about my hero -
the sailor on the front of the packet of Players.
(I believe you were jealous!)

This Christmas we're coming to London.
I know you're terribly busy, but couldn't you
just find one spare evening when we could meet
and talk and laugh about old times?
Do please say yes. And don't let that horrible old 'M'
give you any assignment over the holiday.

I think of you -
Ciao-
Domino

P.S. Came across this book in Nassau yesterday.
You must read pages 152 - 155.

The two sides of the letter included in some copies of the Pan 1965 14th edition.


The original Players "Navy Cut" cigarette logo (top) and packaging (bottom). Confirmed: Sailor is a Hero.


UPDATE:

Die Another Day, Lee Tamahori, 2002.
Player's cigarette ad circa 1950s in the London Underground.
http://www.alphahealthcare.ca//wp-content/gallery/james-bond-1/it-hard-to-imagine-4b.jpg

And I'll close with another Bond connection.

Cheers.

CommanderRoss

Fantastic! now to get me some Avocet ale... ;-)

RichardTheBruce

Now a proper end to Domino's story.

Thunderball, Ian Fleming, 1960.
Chapter 15 - Cardboard Hero

She stopped abruptly. She said, "Give me some more champagne. All this silly talking has made me thirsty. And I would like a packet of Players''---she laughed "---Please, as they say in the advertisements. I am fed up with just smoking smoke. I need my Hero.'' Bond bought a packet from the cigarette girl. He said, "What's that about a hero?''
She had entirely changed. Her bitterness had gone, and the lines of strain on her face. She had softened. She was suddenly a girl out for the evening. "Ah, you don't know! My one true love! The man of my dreams. The sailor on the front of the packet of Players. You have never thought about him as I have.'' She came closer to him on the banquette and held the packet under his eyes. "You don't understand the romance of this wonderful picture---one of the great masterpieces of the world. This man''---she pointed---"was the first man I ever sinned with. I took him into the woods, I loved him in the dormitory, I spent nearly all my pocket money on him. In exchange he introduced me to the great world outside the Cheltenham Ladies College. He grew me up. He put me at ease with boys of my own age. He kept me company when I was lonely or afraid of being young. He encouraged me, gave me assurance. Have you never thought of the romance behind this picture? You see nothing, yet the whole of England is there! Listen.'' She took his arm eagerly. ``This is the story of Hero, the name on his cap badge. At first he was a young man, a powder monkey or whatever they called it, in that sailing ship behind his right ear. It was a hard time for him. Weevils in the biscuits, hit with marlinspikes and ropes' ends and things, sent up aloft to the top of all that rigging where the flag flies. But he persevered. He began to grow a mustache. He was fair-haired and rather too pretty.'' She giggled. :He may even have had to fight for his virtue or whatever men call it, among all those hammocks. But you can see from his face---that line of concentration between his eyes---and from his fine head, that he was a man to get on.'' She paused and swallowed a glass of champagne. The dimples were now deep holes in her cheeks. "Are you listening to me? You are not bored having to listen about my hero?''
"I'm only jealous. Go on.''
"So he went all over the world---to India, China, Japan, America. He had many girls and many fights with cutlasses and fists. He wrote home regularly---to his mother and to a married sister who lived at Dover. They wanted him to come home and meet a nice girl and get married. But he wouldn't. You see, he was keeping himself for a dream girl who looked rather like me. And then''---she laughed--- ``the first steamships came in and he was transferred to an ironclad---that's the picture of it on the right. And by now he was a bosun, whatever that is, and very important. And he saved up from his pay and instead of going out fighting and having girls he grew that lovely beard, to make himself look older and more important, and he set to with a needle and colored threads to make that picture of himself. You can see how well he did it---his first windjammer and his last ironclad with the lifebuoy as a frame. He only finished it when he decided to leave the Navy. He didn't really like steamships. In the prime of life, don't you agree? And even then he ran out of gold thread to finish the rope round the lifebuoy, so he just had to tail it off. There, you can see on the right where the rope crosses the blue line. So he came back home on a beautiful golden evening after a wonderful life in the Navy and it was so sad and beautiful and romantic that he decided that he would put the beautiful evening into another picture. So he bought a pub at Bristol with his savings and in the mornings before the pub opened he worked away until he had finished and there you can see the little sailing ship that brought him home from Suez with his duffel bag full of silks and seashells and souvenirs carved out of wood. And that's the Needles Lighthouse beckoning him in to harbor on that beautiful calm evening. Mark you''---she frowned---"I don't like that sort of bonnet thing he's wearing for a hat, and I'd have liked him to have put `H.M.S.' before the `Hero,' but you can see that would have made it lopsided and he wouldn't have been able to get all the `Hero' in. But you must admit it's the most terrifically romantic picture. I cut it off my first packet, when I smoked one in the lavatory and felt terribly sick, and kept it until it fell to pieces. Then I cut off a fresh one. I carried him with me always until things went wrong and I had to go back to Italy. Then I couldn't afford Players. They're too expensive in Italy and I had to smoke things called Nazionales.'' Bond wanted to keep her mood. He said, "But what happened to the Hero's pictures? How did the cigarette people get hold of them?''
"Oh, well, you see one day a man with a stovepipe hat and a frock coat came into the Hero's pub with two small boys. Here.'' She held the packet sideways. "Those are the ones, `John Player & Sons.' You see, it says that their Successors run the business now. Well they had one of the first motor cars, a Rolls Royce, and it had broken down outside the Hero's pub. The man in the stovepipe hat didn't drink, of course---those sort of people didn't, not the respectable merchants who lived near Bristol. So he asked for ginger beer and bread and cheese while his chauffeur mended the car. And the hero got it for them. And Mr. John Player and the boys all admired the two wonderful tapestry pictures hanging on the wall of the pub. Now this Mr. Player was in the tobacco and snuff business and cigarettes had just been invented and he wanted to start making them. But he couldn't for the life of him know what to call them or what sort of a picture to put on the packet. And he suddenly had a wonderful idea. When he got back to the factory he talked to his manager and the manager came along to the pub and saw the Hero and offered him a hundred pounds to let his two pictures be copied for the cigarette packet. And the Hero didn't mind and anyway he wanted just exactly a hundred pounds to get married on.'' She paused. Her eyes were far away. "She was very nice, by the way, only thirty and a good plain cook and her young body kept him warm in bed until he died many years later. And she bore him two children, a boy and a girl. And the boy went into the Navy like his father. Well, anyway, Mr. Player wanted to have the Hero in the lifebuoy on one side of the packet and the beautiful evening on the other. But the manager pointed out that that would leave no room for all this''---she turned over the packet---"about 'Rich, Cool,' and 'Navy Cut Tobacco' and that extraordinary trademark of a doll's house swimming in chocolate fudge with Nottingham Castle written underneath. So then Mr. Player said, `Well then, we'll put one on top of the other.' And that's just exactly what they did and I must say I think it fits in very well, don't you? Though I expect the Hero was pretty annoyed at the mermaid being blanked out.''
"The mermaid?''
"Oh, yes. Underneath the bottom comer of the lifebuoy where it dips into the sea, the Hero had put a tiny mermaid combing her hair with one hand and beckoning him home with the other. That was supposed to be the woman he was going to find and marry. But you can see there wasn't room and anyway her breasts were showing and Mr. Player, who was a very strong Quaker, didn't think that was quite proper. But he made it up to the Hero in the end.''
"Oh, how did he do that?''
"Well you see the cigarettes were a great success. It was really the picture that did it. People decided that anything with a wonderful picture like that on the outside must be good and Mr. Player made a fortune and I expect his Successors did too. So when the Hera was getting old and hadn't got long to live, Mr. Player had a copy of the lifebuoy picture drawn by the finest artist of the day. It was just the same as the Hero's except that it wasn't in color and it showed him very much older, and he promised the Hero that this picture too would always be on his cigarette packets, only on the inside bit. Here.'' She pushed out the cardboard container. ``You see how old he looks? And one other thing, if you look closely, the flags on the two ships are flying at half mast. Rather sweet of Mr. Player, don't you think, to ask the artist for that. It meant that the Hero's first and last ship were remembering him. And Mr. Player and his two sons came and presented it to him just before he died. It must have made it much easier for him, don't you think?''
"It certainly must. Mr. Player must have been a very thoughtful man.''
The girl was slowly returning from her dreamland. She said in a different, rather prim voice, "Well, thank you anyway for having listened to the story. I know it's all a fairy tale. At least I suppose it is. But children are stupid in that way. They like to have something to keep under the pillow until they're quite grown up---a rag doll or a small toy or something. I know that boys are just the same. My brother hung on to a little metal charm his nanny had given him until he was nineteen. Then he lost it. I shall never forget the scenes he made. Even though he was in the Air Force by then and it was the middle of the war. He said it brought him luck.'' She shrugged her shoulders. There was sarcasm in her voice as she said, ``He needn't have worried. He did all right. He was much older than me, but I adored him. I still do. Girls always love crooks, particularly if they're their brother. He did so well that he might have done something for me. But he never did. He said that life was every man for himself. He said that his grandfather had been so famous as a poacher and a smuggler in the Dolomites that his was the finest tombstone among all the Petacchi graves in the graveyard at Bolzano. My brother said he was going to have a finer one still, and by making money the same way.'' Bond held his cigarette steady. He took a long draw at it and let the smoke out with a quiet hiss. "Is your family name Petacchi, then?''

RichardTheBruce

Eagle - ˈē·ɡəl - noun
1. a large raptor with a very large hooked beak known for powers of vision and flight
2. in golf, two strokes under par (also possible: double-eagle)
Related
Spread-eagle – noun, verb
1. a position with arms and legs extended
2. a position in figure skating
3. overwhelming defeat of opponents in sport
Eagle eye - noun
1. powerful vision
Eagle’s nest - noun
1. a retreat or command post for senior members of an organization
Middle English/Old French (aigle). Latin (aquila, from aquilus as dark-colored, or aquilo for the north wind). Old English (earn). Scandinavian (ørn/örn). Greek (ὄρνις, ornís). Russian (орёл, orël). Welsh (eryr).

Eagle (Accipitridae): a large bird of prey, the top avian predators. Large head, large, curved beak. Powerful abilities of sight (several times that of a human) and talons (estimated 12 times compared to man). Practice soaring flight, and also direct flight to a target or desired spot. Sexually dimorphic—the female is larger. The stronger chick may smite the weaker, parents do not intervene. Nests built at height--treetops or cliff peaks--are known as eyries.

Varieties: Black-chested buzzard-eagle (Geranoaetus melanoleucus), Chaco eagle (Harpyhaliaetus coronatus), Solitary eagle (H. solitaries), Crested eagle (Morphnus guianensis), Harpy eagle (Harpia harpyja), Philippine eagle (Pithecophaga jefferyi), Papuan eagle (Harpyopsis novaeguineae), Black hawk-eagle (S. tyrannus), Ornate hawk-eagle (S. ornatus), Black-and-white hawk-eagle (S. melanoleucus - formerly Spizastur), Black-and-chestnut eagle (S. isidori), Changeable or crested hawk-eagle (N. cirrhatus), Flores hawk-eagle N. floris - earlier a subspecies (S. c. floris), Sulawesi hawk-eagle (N. lanceolatus), Mountain hawk-eagle (N. nipalensis), Legge's hawk-eagle (Nisaetus kelaarti), Blyth's hawk-eagle (N. alboniger), Javan hawk-eagle (N. bartelsi), Philippine hawk-eagle (N. philippensis), Pinsker's hawk-eagle (Southern Philippine hawk-eagle) (Nisaetus pinskeri), Wallace's hawk-eagle (N. nanus), Long-crested eagle (Lophaetus occipitalis), Crowned eagle (Stephanoaetus coronatus), Malagasy crowned eagle (Stephanoaetus mahery), Martial eagle (Polemaetus bellicosus), Ayres's hawk-eagle (H. ayresii), Little eagle (H. morphnoides), Pygmy eagle (H. weiskei), Booted eagle (H. pennatus), Haast's eagle (†Harpagornis moorei), Rufous-bellied hawk-eagle (L. kienerii), Bonelli's eagle (Aquila fasciata), African hawk-eagle (A. spilogaster), Cassin's hawk-eagle (A. Africana), Golden eagle (A. chrysaetos), Eastern imperial eagle (A. heliacal), Spanish imperial eagle A. adalberti[/i]), Steppe eagle (A. nipalensis), Tawny eagle (A. rapax), Greater spotted eagle (A. clanga), Lesser spotted eagle (A. pomarina), Indian spotted eagle (A. hastate), Verreaux's eagle (A. verreauxii), Gurney's eagle (A. gurneyi), Wahlberg's eagle (A. wahlbergi), Wedge-tailed eagle (A. audax), Black eagle (Ictinaetus malayensis), White-tailed eagle (Haliaeetus albicilla), Bald eagle (H. leucocephalus), Steller's sea eagle (H. pelagicus), African fish eagle (H. vocifer), White-bellied sea eagle (H. leucogaster), Sanford's sea eagle (H. sanfordi), Madagascar fish eagle (H. vociferoides), Pallas' sea eagle (H. leucoryphus), Lesser fish eagle (Ichthyophaga humilis), Grey-headed fish eagle (I. ichthyaetus), Bateleur (Terathopius ecaudatus), Short-toed snake eagle (Circaetus gallicus), Black-chested snake eagle (C. pectoralis), Brown snake eagle (C. cinereus), Fasciated snake eagle (C. fasciolatus), Western banded snake eagle (C. cinerascens), Congo serpent eagle (D. spectabilis), Crested serpent eagle (Spilornis cheela), Central Nicobar serpent eagle (S. minimus), Great Nicobar serpent eagle (S. klossi), Mountain serpent eagle (S. kinabaluensis), Sulawesi serpent eagle (S. rufipectus), Philippine serpent eagle (S. holospilus), Andaman serpent eagle (S. elgini), Madagascar serpent eagle (Eutriorchis astur).

Bald eagle




Golden eagle



Steller's sea eagle



Solitary eagle


Long-crested eagle

Madagascar fish eagle


Madagascar serpent eagle

Miscellaneous

RichardTheBruce

Goldfinger, Ian Fleming, 1959.
Chapter 4 – Talk of Gold
Colonel Smithers looked quizzically at Bond. 'You may think these lockets and gold crosses and things are pretty small beer. So they are, but they mount up if you've got twenty little shops, each one buying perhaps half a dozen bits and pieces every week. Well, the war came and Gold-finger, like all other jewellers, had to declare his stock of gold. I looked up his figure in our old records. It was fifty ounces for the whole chain! - just enough of a working stock to keep his shops supplied with ring setting and so forth, what they call jewellers' findings in the trade. Of course, he was allowed to keep it. He tucked himself away in a machine-tool firm in Wales during the war - well out of the firing line - but kept as many of his shops operating as he could. Must have done well out of the GIs who generally travel with a Gold Eagle or a Mexican fifty-dollar piece as a last reserve. Then, when peace broke out, Goldfinger got moving.

US Eagle coin (gold), $10.

US Double eagle coin $20.

Mexican, coin, 50 pesos.

Octopussy, Ian Fleming, 1966.
Octopussy.
Yes, the mountain had burst open the lid for him. Almost casually he tore away the cartridge-paper wrappings. The two great hunks of metal glittered up at him under the sun. There were the same markings on each—the swastika in a circle below an eagle, and the date 1943—the mint marks of the Reichsbank. Major Smythe gave a nod of approval. He replaced the paper and hammered the crooked lid half-shut with a rock. Then he tied the lanyard of his Webley around one of the handles and moved on down the mountain, dragging his clumsy burden behind him.

For Your Eyes Only, 1960, Ian Fleming.
"The Hildebrand Rarity"
"It's the stuff outside that's fresh, feller. This is canned." Mr Milton Krest had come quietly into the room and was standing looking at them. He was a tough, leathery man in his early fifties. He looked hard and fit, and the faded blue jeans, military-cut shirt and wide leather belt suggested that he made a fetish of doing so — looking tough. The pale brown eyes in the weather-beaten face were slightly hooded and their gaze was sleepy and contemptuous. The mouth had a downward twist that might be humorous or disdainful — probably the latter — and the words he had tossed into the room, innocuous in themselves except for the patronizing 'feller' had been tossed like small coin to a couple of coolies. To Bond the oddest thing about Mr Krest was his voice. It was a soft, most attractive lisping through the teeth. It was exactly the voice of the late Humphrey Bogart. Bond ran his eyes down the man from the sparse close-cropped black and grey hair, like iron filings sprinkled over the bullet head, to the tattooed eagle above a fouled anchor on the right forearm, and then down to the naked leathery feet that stood nautically square on the carpet. He thought: this man likes to be thought a Hemingway hero. I'm not going to get on with him.

Eagle over an anchor (and globe) is the symbol of the United States Marine Corps.
Description: We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the anchor from the Navy. The rope from the Army; and on the 7th day, when God rested, we took over the world.

On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, Ian Fleming, 1963.
Chapter 12 – Two Near Misses
Irma Bunt's face closed perceptibly. 'I am sure not. The Count does not often like to discuss his work. In these specialized scientific fields, you understand, there is much jealousy and, I am sorry to say, much intellectual thieving.' The box-like smile. 'I do not of course refer to yourself, my dear Sair Hilary, but to scientists less scrupulous than the Count, to spies from the chemical companies. That is why we keep ourselves very much to ourselves in our little Eagle's Nest up here. We have total privacy. Even the police in the valley are most co-operative in safeguarding us from intruders. They appreciate what the Count is doing.'

Eagle’s nest


[NOTE: Osprey moved to page 15.]

RichardTheBruce

Heraldic eagle in displayed position—literally spread-eagled. An oft-invoked phrase by Fleming.

Live and Let Die, Ian Fleming, 1954.
Chapter VIII – No Sensayuma
There was only one floor between him and the spread-eagled body below. When he reached the landing, he stopped again and listened. Quite close, he could hear the high-pitched whine of some form of fast wireless transmitter. He verified that it came from behind one of the two doors on the landing. This must be Mr. Big' communications centre.
Tee-Hee was either dead or dying. He lay spread-eagled on his back. His striped tie lay across his face like a squashed adder. Bond felt no remorse. He frisked the body for a gun and found one stuck in the waistband of the lavender trousers, now stained with blood. It was a Colt .38 Detective Special with a sawn barrel. All chambers were loaded. Bond slipped the useless Beretta back in its holster. He nestled the big gun into his palm and smiled grimly.

Dr. No, Ian Fleming, 1958.
Chapter XVII – The Long Scream
The thick lips sneered. The man said, "Shove it!" The door shut with a solid click.
Bond shrugged his shoulders. He gave the door a cursory glance. It was made of metal and there was no handle on the inside. Bond didn't waste his shoulder on it. He went to the chair and sat down on the neat pile of his clothes and looked round the cell. The walls were entirely naked except for a ventilation grille of thick wire in one corner just below the ceiling. It was wider than his shoulders. It was obviously the way out into the assault course. The only other break in the walls was a thick glass porthole, no bigger than Bond's head, just above the door. Light from the corridor filtered through it into the cell. There was nothing else. It was no good wasting any more time. It would now be about ten-thirty. Outside, somewhere on the slope of the mountain, the girl would already be lying, waiting for the rattle of claws on the grey coral. Bond clenched his teeth at the thought of the pale body spread-eagled out there under the stars. Abruptly he stood up. What the hell was he doing sitting still. Whatever lay on the other side of the wire grille, it was time to go.

Goldfinger, Ian Fleming, 1959.
Part 1: Happenstance, Chapter 4 – Talk of Gold
THUMPAH... THUMPAH... THUMPAH. The great iron puffs were on top of him, inside his brain. Bond felt the skin-crawling tickle at the groin that dates from one's first game of hide and seek in the dark. He smiled to himself at the animal danger signal. What primeval chord had been struck by this innocent noise coming out of the tall zinc chimney? The breath of a dinosaur in its cave? Bond tightened his muscles and crept forward foot by foot, moving small branches carefully out of his way, placing each step as cautiously as if he was going through a minefield.
The trees were thinning. Soon he would be up with the big sheltering trunk he had used before. He looked for it and then stood frozen, his pulse racing. Below the trunk of his tree, spreadeagled on the ground, was a body.

…
Part 3: Enemy Action, Chapter 15 – The Pressure Room
Bond glanced down the table on which he lay spread-eagled. He let his head fall back with a sigh. There was a narrow slit down the centre of the polished steel table. At the far end of the slit, like a foresight framed in the vee of his parted feet, were the glinting teeth of a circular saw.
Bond lay and stared up at the little message on the lamp bulb. Goldfinger began to speak in a relaxed conversational voice. Bond pulled the curtains tight across the ghastly peep-show of his imagination and listened.

Chapter 23 – T.L.C. Treatment
Bond gave a deep sigh and knelt and then stood slowly up. Dazedly he looked up and down the lighted plane. By the galley, Pussy Galore lay strapped in her seat like a heap of washing. Farther down, in the middle of the aisle, the guard lay spreadeagled, one arm and the head at ridiculous angles. Without a belt to hold him when the plane dived, he must have been tossed at the roof like a rag doll.

For Your Eyes Only, Ian Fleming, 1960.
"From a View to a Kill"
Suddenly the gun muzzle had gone and the weight of the man was off him. Bond got to his knees and then to his feet. The body, spreadeagled in the grass beside him, gave a last kick. There were bloody rents in the back of the dungarees. Bond looked round. The four men from the Station were in a group. Bond undid the strap of his crash helmet and rubbed the side of his head. He said: "Well, thanks. Who did it?"

For Your Eyes Only, 1960, Ian Fleming.
"The Hildebrand Rarity"
Bond watched the gleaming minute-hand slowly creep round the dial. Now! He had got to his feet and was gathering up his shirt and shorts when, from up on the boat-deck, there came a heavy crash. The crash was immediately followed by scrabbling sounds and a dreadful choking and gurgling. Had Mr Krest fallen out of his hammock? Reluctantly Bond dropped his things back on the deck and walked over and climbed the ladder. As his eyes came level with the boat-deck, the choking stopped. Instead there was another, a more dreadful sound — the quick drumming of heels. Bond knew that sound. He leapt up the last steps and ran towards the figure lying spreadeagled on its back in the bright moonlight. He stopped and knelt slowly down, aghast. The horror of the strangled face was bad enough, but it was not Mr Krest's tongue that protruded from his gaping mouth. It was the tail of a fish. The colours were pink and black. It was the Hildebrand Rarity!

On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, Ian Fleming, 1963.
Chapter 1 – Seascape with Figures
But not quite! A hundred yards out, lying face downwards on a black and white striped bathing-wrap, on the private patch of firm sand where she had installed herself an hour before, the girl was still there, motionless, spread-eagled in direct line between James Bond and the setting sun that was now turning the left-behind pools and shallow rivulets into blood-red, meandering scrawls across the middle distance. Bond went on watching her - now, in the silence and emptiness, with an ounce more tension. He was waiting for her to do something - for something, he didn't know what, to happen. It would be more true to say that he was watching over her. He had an instinct that she was in some sort of danger. Or was it just that there was the smell of danger in the air? He didn't know. He only knew that he mustn't leave her alone, particularly now that everyone else had gone.

CommanderRoss

Stunning! Beautiful birds. Waiting for the F15 and V22 to come fly by ;-)

Agent_99

I saw the Osprey at the Royal International Air Tattoo over the weekend, @CommanderRoss. Amazing piece of kit; I still can't quite believe it's real.

CommanderRoss

Agent_99 wrote: »

I saw the Osprey at the Royal International Air Tattoo over the weekend, @CommanderRoss. Amazing piece of kit; I still can't quite believe it's real.

Yes, I'd love to see it for real. I remember it as one of those 'future' designs you'd never think would actually work. But there you go! I hope I can go to the RIAT and Duxford next year...

Agent_99

I should be at RIAT next year too, God willing, weather permitting!

(I thought the Osprey was so cool, I bought a sticker to go on my bike. Only two people have positively IDed it, one of whom asked if I worked on them. Ha, I wish.)

RichardTheBruce

You know, @CommanderRoss and @Agent99, you just put me on notice I must slice out the Osprey and address it in its own section. A good thing.

First there's more on the Eagle, working toward film ID's originating in @Birdleson's thread Bond Film Statistics Page 6 - THE ANIMALS OF BOND Part I.

RichardTheBruce

Dr. No, Terence Young, 1962.
In a deleted scene, Honey Ryder is tied down spread-eagled to be menaced by “killer” crabs.
http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/jamesbond/images/8/82/Honey_Ryder_crab_death_theme_%28Dr._No%29.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20161212120811

Not for the last time, either. Witness: Slave of the Cannibal God, 1978. Spread-eagled and menaced, anyway.

Goldfinger, Guy Hamilton, 1964.
Saw becomes laser in the film.

On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, Peter Hunt, 1969.
Film Bond assumes the position.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4d/62/c6/4d62c6c170f57b702a42f7256cf259df--bond-girls-dress-beach.jpg

Also not for the last time.

A View to a Kill, John Glen, 1985.
http://www.imcdb.org/vehicle_195732-AMC-Eagle-1981.html
1981 AMC Eagle Wagon. 01:32:54

Tomorrow Never Dies, Roger Spottiswoode, 1997.
McDonnell Douglas F-15E Strike Eagle.
http://www.impdb.org/index.php?title=Tomorrow_Never_Dies#McDonnell_Douglas_F-15E_Strike_Eagle

Quantum of Solace, Marc Forster, 2008.
Colt Double Eagle.
IMFDB says: during the Tosca opera, performers are seen using blank-firing Colt Double Eagle Officer's Model pistols. The serrations on the slide give it away as an Umarex made blank firing replica. They are straight up and down, and not tilted.
http://www.imfdb.org/wiki/Quantum_of_solace#Colt_Double_Eagle

And the real deal.

Not for everyone.

CommanderRoss

Keep up the fantastic work @RichardTheBruce !!! I hadn't got a clue there were so many bird connections to Bond. And so many Eagles.

Well there's also a desert eagle gun, and in planes the name is often used:
The Curtiss Eagle
Eagle Aircraft Eagle 150
The Patrulla Águila aerobatics team
Fisher P75 A Eagle
The Aztec Eagle Fighter Squandron
and the Eagle Squadrons (RAF) in WW2
The Germans had the 'Der Adler' Magazine
and the DFS Seeadler and DFS (Schleicher) Rhönadler sailplanes.


sorry, got carried away a bit...

CommanderRoss

As an addendum to the Hawk post:
Savoia-Marchetti SM.79 Sparviero "Sparrowhawk"

RichardTheBruce

Noted on THE EAGLE HAS LANDED, @Birdleson.

I'll come round to those on your list, @CommanderRoss. Quite A GATHERING OF EAGLES (1963), if I can say that.

And I'll table the Sparrowhark, which also needs some work. The Sparrow does play a part in Fleming.

RichardTheBruce

Thanks here go to @Birdleson and his thread Bond Film Statistics Page 6 - THE ANIMALS OF BOND Part I.
I’m going with confirmed eagle sightings, starting with the 60s.

Goldfinger, Guy Hamilton, 1964.

Eagle over Swastika, shown earlier, imprinted on Nazi gold Bar.
https://img.scoop.it/B__RcSaXqHbpKGCamVSwFjl72eJkfbmt4t8yenImKBVvK0kTmF0xjctABnaLJIm9




There are several US Army uniforms on screen, from the officer in the car with Felix to Mr. Goldfinger’s reveal when the assault starts and he takes off his overcoat.
Goldfinger wears the “full-bird colonel” rank on his cap.
http://www.asset1.net/tv/pictures/movie/goldfinger-1964/DI-Goldfinger-7-DI-to-L10.jpg
It is a silver eagle similar to the Great Seal of the United States (its coat of arms).
Both show a U.S. shield on the chest, a grasped olive branch and arrows in talons.
Notice the eagle faces the olive branch (peace).
Seal, and uniform button.

Rank

Thunderball, Terence Young, 1965.

-Eagle Wings adorning emblem and shield on the wall in the US War Room.
RTB: I could not locate this one. Most all the war room activity is British. So unconfirmed unless someone can point it out and give run time to key in on.

On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, Peter Hunt, 1969.

-Sculpture of an Eagle on Sir Hillary Bray's desk.
https://bamfstyle.files.wordpress.com/2016/12/ohmss10-bg-shb.jpg
https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3TwX0TwbIPI/U4ufrWV7jzI/AAAAAAAADTY/uoSlIrTPC8I/s1600/Sir+Hilary%27s+office.jpg

-Gold Ornament girded by two Eagles on Sir Hillary Bray's desk.
RTB: I want to say what's referred to here are Lions Rampant (raised). See the link below plus the previous link.
https://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/jamesbondfanon/images/b/b4/Profile_-_Hilary_Bray.png/revision/latest?cb=20160331202101

-Two Large Embossed Eagles and a Wild Boar on the Coat-Of-Arms hanging in Piz Gloria.
Arae et Foci translates to "hearth and home", or hearth as altar as in Roman times.
[Bond World 007 display - Blofeld coat of arms designed by Syd Cain]

RichardTheBruce

I looked closely at the MI6 and RAF war room scenes in THUNDERBALL and couldn't come up with one. But that's the thing, it can still be there.
Also like the idea of images to update PAGE 6. I won't say we have all the time in the world for that, but just a matter of time, anyway.