Tonight, because I finished at work late, we went for our walk after littles were asleep and well after dark. It was gorgeous and clear and perfect weather.
Walks are our time to talk things through. It helps me clear thoughts and occasionally I get good feedback or input from Nathan. This walk was per usual and we discussed many things.
As we neared the end of the walk Nathan was giving me his take on certain thoughts I’d had, and I looked up just in time for a beautiful barred owl to swoop silently from one tree to the next, while all the dogs loudly barked their concerns.
It was too perfect like he really was just saying “hi, I’m the one you’ve been hearing every night for the last several weeks.” Though I still think there’s a great horned owl nearby as well. (Barred and Great Horned both have deeper calls, but they are just different enough I usually can tell the difference. “Who cooks for you” vs hoo h-hoo: different long short pattern and pitches.)
I had grabbed Nathan’s arm and pointed, but he didn’t see the owl until it was landing in the other tree. It was very much there for me. My sign, my signal. One I’m very grateful for.
I love all owls, but the barred, barns, great horned, and snowy owls are my favorites. It was too dark for me to get even a decent picture with my phone, so here’s Wiki’s…
And what it looked like in swoop …
Our neighborhood owl is a very healthy sized bird with a wingspan of about 4 feet. He was literally just across the street and I so wished he had landed on my shoulder! This makes my second close encounter with an owl this month. I’m going to take that as a splendid sign.
Now I’m off to sleep after a good walk with such a beautiful omen to dream about.