Part 1: I’m showing my feathers to two people that are knowledgable about feathers. The woman in a lab coat explains to me that the feathers I found at Lake MacBride are eagle down. She compares them to other eagle down, pointing out that they are not as big as some of the other gray ones and they are not like the striped ones, but they are eagle feathers.
Part 2: I am at some kind of camp. I go into a big log cabin (meeting house) with a number of other people. I don’t really feel like I am connecting with them. I rub my tummy like Napolean as I walk in.
Now I am outside in a woodsy area with a stream. Bald eagles are fishing under water. They don’t come up for air, I see their wet feathers moving underwater. They are happy fishing. At first I see only three. I am ankle deep in their cold water, near the shore. Someone else is standing by. Then I see many more eagles, all around me (all under water). I want to touch them and connect in a physical way, but I think that the eagles wouldn’t like that particularly and it is best just to enjoy their presence. I see that the eagles are gravitating towards me, they feel that I am a safe person to be around.
Eagles Fishing Under Water
October 24, 2006 by lilymichaud