The noise was SO loud that my head felt like it would burst like the fragile, orange shell of an egg. Huge birds of prey circled the area, circling a kill. Bright red blood was everywhere, in small stagnant pools or a giant gushing rivers. Standing outside the ring of death, my head was filled with all sorts of gruesome images; massive talons reaching out on weak, helpless prey, the lights go out in it’s eyes. I felt like an intruder in my own head. I shouldn’t be seeing this. This was only what the eagles should see.