The Second Sleep

I had my coffee at 6 this morning, and pottered around soaking mushrooms for Will's birthday feast before getting back into bed and expanding effortlessly in that magical second sleep where you are aware of everything from the inside out. At 8 I sat up listening to the birds, eating scrambled eggs with Suscipe not-incidentally on my lap, wondering how other birds regard hens (slave nation?) and how I could be so fiercely protective of birds while eating - their babies.

I am re-reading the Paramahansa Yogananda autobiography I bought in Delhi so long ago. Maybe he has the answer.