A Flock of Canaries

A dream last night:

A flock of canaries settled at Stockbridge Marsh, a big eagle was "picking them off" on-the-wing. A group of backpackers (from Devon or Cornwall) tried to save the canaries by shooting at the eagle with catapults. The backpackers were staying in a bungalow they were renting from Bob Monkhouse. Bob turned up in the middle of the night, smashed all the windows, and locked them in. In the morning I lent them money for a train fare "to escape".