Well, this will be a very strange posting tonight. It’s mostly for me.
It was a birdhouse, disassembled, that greeted us a couple mornings ago. Hubbie had bought this nice birdfeeder on a tall post. He gave me the “house” to fill with birdseed, which I did. But it didn’t get put back on its post that day. The raccoons liked it and took it apart during the night. More pieces are on the grass, fifteen below the deck floor.
Hubbie doesn’t think it’s worth saving, but I think it can be saved – with a little “clear duct tape, also known as packing tape. Ha! That stuff is really, really sticky, and permanent wherever you put it! Anyway, it’s holding my big Bible together, so it ought to be okay for the birdhouse.
So…not a big story, but — I don’t know. For the next two nights I had very vivid dreams; unlike me, usually. I’m not sure I sleep long enough to have memorable dreams. Both nights involve “small animals.” One was me not living up to what I should be doing and almost bringing terrible harm to…the small animal. And I don’t want to write about that.
Last night was more vivid, more insistent. We were driving in Georgia, a good place to get lost in if you leave I-75, which we found out many years ago. We had left the interstate to find Andersonville Prison, found ourselves on a two-lane road….then a narrow blacktopped road….then a dirt road….then a narrow dirt road…then we followed it up a little hill and the narrow road had become a red clay trail, and by the time we got to the top of the hill, the trail ended. Just like that. We turned around and went back the way we came.
Last night’s dream was like that, but we ended up at a hotel-type private home, invited into the living room, which was filled with small animals of all kinds. More than one family would have as pets. The animals seemed interested in us. I noticed there were even mouse-sized animals in the nap of the carpeting, just at the same time that I noticed the animals were nearly all sort of white, and all sort of not real animals, and all sort of intelligent…and something was going to happen if we stayed at that “hotel-house.”
And then I was wakened up by bird noises and little thumping and creaks….I needed to go to the front door which was open, just the screen door closed, but I felt like I had to go around the “long way.” I saw a small bird inside the house perched on the horizontal bar of the screen door. My eyes were blurry, but I really think it was indoors.
I did “something” to make sure it wouldn’t come into the house any further…but I don’t know what I did. I wanted to close the wooden door, but that would have scared the little bird, and I didn’t want it flying around in my house. I wasn’t dreaming, but I felt like I should just go lie down – and wait. For “twenty minutes.”
More thumping and bird calls, high-pitched little cheeping. I got up again and the little bird was hanging on by its little claws on the outside of the screen door. (I apparently hadn’t closed the big wooden door, but it had maybe gotten outside.) It was so small that it looked like a fuzzy brown moth, but it was a bird….I saw it up close.
Before I let my “compassion” and concern for it get too big, I felt like I should lie down again and “wait.” I did. The little bird is all gone now.
Just out our front door, daytime, with a “visiting” cardinal:
That’s what’s outside the screen door.
And this is the very, very loud little bird that serenades all day long. I think she was singing to her babies as they grew, and I think this is the home where the little bird came from:
Too many small little animals in the last three days. The little house disassembled; we are lost in a strange place with many little animals. Am I off in a new direction in my life? Or have I had too much restaurant food lately? Ha! Why on earth do I feel like I’m missing the message?
I don’t want to sleep tonight. I’m glad I have a lot of good books at my bedside!
Just wanted to post this – for me – so I know where to find the story of last night, if I need it.