The sounds of the waking campground were starting to filter into my
ears, but dream images still wafted across my closed eyes.  I just
relaxed and luxuriated with the knowledge that I didn't have to
move.  Slowly, I became aware of a strange tapping sound coming from
above.  Tap, tap...tap...tap tap tap.   Then the hushed voice of my
girlfriend from next to me: "Look up."  I opened my eyes.  The camper
top was up the the vent window open - making, it would seem, a
perfect perch.  On top of the vent was a large bird, it's nails
making the tapping sound on the plastic vent.  It took only a moment
or two to recognize that it was a hawk.  It's feathers making
beautiful brown and black patterns, a cruel claw projected from the
rear of each leg. It's head twisted this way and that as it searched
for it's breakfast with round blue-gray eyes.  It stayed for several
minutes, then it's attention latched on something and off it flew.

A really nice way to wake up!

Dan
L.A., CA
'85 Westy Weekender