In my dream, I am standing in the front yard of 1209 Tupelo Place -- the house where I was brought up from the age of five until I left for college.
Much to my amazement, there is a Bald Eagle in a small tree close to the street. It's a beautiful bird -- all turned out in its white-and-black best plumage. He/she is standing next to a pile of leaves in the tree and pulling/resorting the leaves in what seems to be a purposeful series of motions. Is it working to start a nest? Is it looking for something inside? Can't tell.
I start towards the house to tell my folks about the wonderful sight. On my way, I look slightly off to my left and realize there is a huge nest there, maybe five feet across. It's not made of sticks, the way you would expect to see on a typical birds nest. Instead, it seems to be possibly hardened mud or other something like it. I know, however, that this is an Eagle's nest and probably the nest of the birds I have just seen.
I'm a little fuzzy on whether or not I actually point these birds and nest things out to my dad. If I did, he didn't give much of a reaction. Like he already knew this.
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