Bird, sandpit, worm

Woke up to loud bird calls in the front yard

Large birds.

As I was enjoying the first proper hot shower for week [I got some skin “lesions” removed] I remembered a strange dream I had had this morning. A prelude does not matter- or it’s gone for now- but after a log like sleep, I awoke to birds going off in the front yard and on the roof. Ah well, better than a high-rise. Nature is so close. Not cute but.

The end dream:

I was in the backyard, near the sandpit.

A few birds were hopping around, scrabbling, digging for worms.

One bird had really dug a deep hole in the beige coloured sand next to the sandpit.

And was really efficient.

It quickly dug out a layer at a time, pecking in the bottom, and digging away again.

The hole was square or oblongish. Maybe a foot deep.

I got nearer and nearer and finally could look over the edge.

The bird did not mind me at all, it kept digging and pecking, looking for worms.

It struck a white layer and there were little black things.

The End.



About tone

Widowed exRigPigGeo 50yr old dad of 4 'teens', is doin' job raisin' kids, misses a lot of things. Family (close and extended) and Friends - an important part in our of life. Likes gadgets, speedsailing, reading (SF), geology/archeology, maps. Coffee monster- burnt out one espresso maker too many. Have to have plenty spare "moccona" in cupboard. Things I miss- Tarn. The rig life and income. A lot of sailing. Tarn.
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