Imagine you are an eaglet …
Your first memory is being entombed in dark, tight, smelly quarters. Mustering all your strength, you finally manage to crack your prison shell and stagger out to a cruel world.
You blink your eyes and catch the first glimpse of a rather fierce looking creature who turns out to be your mother. Before you even have time to wonder how that happened, she is gone.
So there are you all alone in what might be described as rustic accommodations. It seems the builders gave up on the place before installing a roof. The obvious disadvantage is getting soaked when it rains which seems to happen a lot.
There is no Internet, no smart phone and only raw meat delivered occasionally by your wild-looking mother.
Your legs finally get strong enough to take a couple of steps. You wander to the edge of the nursery and take a glimpse of the neighbourhood. It’s an upscale forest at the edge of a lake in a national park. Not too shabby!
Then you make the mistake of looking down … and nearly pass out. The height of your accommodation is beak dropping! How did it get up here? You try hard not to envision dropping like a cannon ball straight for the distant rocks below. There is not a guardrail in sight. It seems either humans or eagles have this whole safety thing turned on its head.
There also appears to be no wildlife family services to deal with your delinquent parents. Where are they? Other mothers at least provide milk or some affection. You just hang around enduring your cold, wet and miserable life while calling out for someone, anyone for a rescue from this improbably high prison. Your cries echo through the valley.
No one comes.
You close your eyes and the unpleasant realities begin to fade. Suddenly your mother appears, landing quickly on the nest. Overjoyed, you dance around the nest only to have her bump into you. Suddenly you find your balance slipping in slow motion over the edge. In an instant, the rocky shore below starts rising with increasing speed …
Is it a dream?