It was just an ordinary Thursday evening, or so I thought.
I was up to one of my usual activities: sewing. (Note: I may or may not be a wrinkly old lady trapped inside the body of a super attractive young woman.)
In the middle of stitching away my emotional pain, I heard a ruckus from the other side of my house. (Well, my parent’s house. I don’t own a house. I have no money.)
When you live in the wilderness as I do, you know that bird behavior is very indicative of the state of the environment. Meaning, if the birds are freaking out, something’s going on. And that something is usually a predator.
To my absolute and total delight, that predator happened to be an owl. A barred owl, in fact. If it wasn’t obvious from my owl hat that I’m really into flying creatures (especially owls) let it be known: I’m really into owls.
The barred owl – the elusive animal that it is – is rarely seen, but often heard. They are known as the “who-cooks-for-you” owl, as their hoot sounds bizarre and more like a monkey on steroids than a majestic bird. Believe me though, this is a creature of pure elegance.
It was clear that the owl had arrived to reunite with me and connect spirits.
Through years of practice and experience, I have essentially mastered the barred owl call. However, it is still a mystery as to why no owls flock to me when I perform the tune with perfection and grace.
From what I could tell, the owl was really paying attention. His face said “focus and concentration.” He was into it.
Suddenly, a bird flew from another dimension and BOOPED my owl friend right in the face!
Though annoyed, the owl did not move from his branch. Instead, his expression changed from “mildly irritated” to “apathetic slow burn.”
Meanwhile, I sprinted inside to grab my cheap pair of binoculars. If this was going to be an evening of intense owl observation and possible spirit connection, I needed to be prepared.
Just as I focused my lenses on the owl, it took off into the dense woods. My world, once warm and illuminated, was now dark and lifeless as Voldemort himself.
Eternity passed – although admittedly it was only a few minutes – before my owl friend reappeared. This time, he was on the opposite side of our backyard. I maneuvered my way closer in what could only be described as a “slow dash.” As in, I was trying to go as fast as possible while simultaneously moving at a snail’s pace, as to not frighten the owl. (In some cultures, I’m certain these same bodily movements are used to summon spirits and curses.)
Momsy and Sister came outside to catch the action.
In my mind, I pictured the moment to be intense, in a spiritual-enlightenment kind of way. It wasn’t like that though.
A Few Days Later
A miracle was about to occur in my life and I was not emotionally prepared for it. Just a few days after my first owl encounter, I heard the familiar screech from the woods. I went outside with my binoculars, hoping to catch another glimpse.
I was not expecting what would happen next.
I spotted the owl on a low hanging branch. Suddenly, I heard an identical screech but from another tree! To my utter delight, two owls appeared on the branch together. My excitement was overwhelming.
Could this moment possibly get any better?!
As if the universe was hearing my informal plea, a THIRD owl made itself comfortable on the branch next to the others, who weren’t exactly happy to share the space. Nevertheless, it was a magical and remarkable moment for me. I have low standards for happiness.
And that, quirksters, is the end of this story. Darkness overtook the sky, and I stood below a tree watching my winged friends until I could no longer see my own hand in front of my face.
It was a moment I will remember for a long time to come (but honestly will forget most of the details in a week).
Hi Kelly, What a nice encounter with wildlife!
When Dillon was younger, we, too, had an Owl
visit our house. He stayed for about ten days
perched on our porch (up on the joist between our upper deck). All the neighborhood kids came to see him each day. Dillon called him Horton 😊 and wanted to
keep him forever and was sad when we called
for someone to come rescue him. It turned out
he had an eye injury. But, it sure was amazing to watch him each day. He would leave every night at the same time & return in the early morning hours without fail! Dillon did receive a letter weeks later, that he was recovering & they were hopeful to set him free again soon. The organization that rescued him, said they named him Dillon 💕
LOL! I love it, this is so me, only with hawks 🙂 ❤ Three of them!! ❤
Wow, that is fantastic to see three at once! That last picture absolutely cracked me up laughing with a giant “bahaa!”
Loved it,I,too like owls….You always capture your feelings perfectly…Bravo! ❤️❤️
Kelly, you are my spirit animal.
❤ ❤ ❤
Well, it’s official. Now I have to read every single one of your blog posts
Well, I official thank you very, very much Brooke! Stay awesomesauce!