This time last week I was walking up the back steps to my apartment building, minding my own bid'ness, not paying attention just 'la la la la la' negotiating the snowy steps when all of sudden, I see this GIANT, brown furry wing spread out inches from my face.
Holy effing shiz! Is what I said. Sort of. Except I said the real thing, because, well, when a giant nocturnal bird nearly clips your cheek with its wing, it's both startling and awe inspiring, and those two things make me swear like a longshoreman.
So I look up and see this beautiful owl fly silently into the tree beside me and perch. It was stunning.
Encounters with nature like this are so rare for me I felt like it was some kind of gift. Immediately I decided this owl and I were best friends, even though it probably could have eaten me had it taken a notion. It was like the size of one my cats, which, as many of you know, are freakin' huge.
In fact, I'm not so sure this thing wasn't sizing me up for a late night snack. It must have seen coming and thought I'd see it and pause for a look. Except at 11 at night on my way home from dance class bumping into an owl was the last thing on my mind, so I never even saw it, even when it was a foot from my face.
But still, total besties. A good omen somehow.
P.S. Dear National Geographic, I totally approve if you want to publish this amazing story and photos.
2 comments:
Look at those hooters! Owl Owl!
What does it say about me that I laughed at that?
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