Snag Breac is ainm dom.

I've been dreaming of birds most nights.


Last night it was that I picked this up and unfurled and refolded it again and again. It was white in the dream.

The night before - I fully acknowledge that this is grandiose, but when if not in dreams can we be grandiose, eh? - I dreamed that I discovered a new kind of falcon.

Don't laugh.

It was a peacock falcon and it was beautiful.


I willed myself into dreaming a gannet's plunge in the early hours of the morning.

I dreamed I protected sundry kittens and the puppies of lost friends from eagles.


I dreamed I was on my back, again, shirt damp from the spongy ground that surrounds the foundation of L. M. Montgomery's house, after I had retreated from the dives this bird's mother took at my head.