I’ve had a version of this dream a good four times in the last six months and it’s begun to bug me.
Yesterday morning I dreamed that my husband had pointed out to me a pile of black feathers, clearly from a sparrowhawk strike on a blackbird. There is a sparrowhawk that does visit our garden, which made a strike on a starling while I was standing abour four feet away last week. The suggestion in the dream was that I might want to save the feathers to use for some craft work, to decorate a dream catcher of something of that ilk; I pick up and collect feathers for that purpose all the time. I scooped up the loose and damaged feathers only to discover I had a live, intact blackbird in my hands, his beak gaping wide like a chick demanding feeding. I’ve handled a lot of wildlife in my time and I find wild creatures often trust me and so in the dream I asked for a handful of bird feed and with the bird in one hand and the seeds in the other, I allowed the newly restored bird to feed, watching it pick out the golden kernels of maize.
As I said before, I’ve had this dream before, with variations. A bird(almost always but sometimes a small animal) that was indisputably dead, returns to life when I hold it.
I don’t know what to make of it, even having had it several times. I know what I’d like to think it means but I almost daren’t hope. I’d value thoughts, even though this may prove misleading if I follow them too closely and not my own.