Woke up to loud bird calls in the front yard
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.