About a week ago on the trail with Leah we both saw an owl. I was startled at the sighting, not that owls are rare in Oregon, but the time of day that the owl flew ahead of me on the trail. It was 2:00 in the afternoon. To my knowledge, owls only come out at night.
As I watched his blue wings streak by, I was reminded of an old indian saying that goes “See an owl by daylight and someone you know will die.”
I shrugged it off as just an old supersition, though I did tell hubby when I got home about it. Then I added as if an afterthought that I felt it was his sister, a warning. We just laughed it off.
But soon we learned, that indeed she did pass away that day which gave me the chills.
I have been on the same trail several times at all hours of the day and have not seen the owl since. It wasn’t like he just flew by me and left, he followed us up the trail, perching on the sides of the trees and peering at me from every angle. I thought he was beautiful when I saw him, now I wish I had never noticed him.
On a better note, all the cats are doing good. I went and re-organzed their cat enclosure, moved some of the furniture around and made a few more platforms for them. Winter is coming, so I also stored some blankets in the storage trunk out there just in case I need them when the cold weather hits. Last year we wrapped the entire outside with plastic, but I don’t think we will do that this time. Keeping it open will keep the air circulating. Providing warm nests inside is the key to keeping them warm.