|Athena, Greek Goddess of Wisdom|
We heard a rustling inside of our chimney one morning, secured the fireplace with a grate, bravely opened the flue, and waited for what we thought would be a pigeon to come tumbling down. The girls sat so quietly and soon our visitor arrived. We could hardly believe our eyes as an Eastern Screech Owl appeared. We were giddy with excitement about our honored guest! We all sat, staring at the bird, and it back at us for a few minutes. But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the owl hopped back up into the chimney and we knew it wasn’t coming back down anytime soon.
It would be hours before the owl reappeared, lured by a lamb chop (pastured, no less) and an empty house. We returned from dinner out, to find it had escaped the fireplace and was flying around the living room! Girls quickly up to bed, doors closed and windows opened, my husband and I did our best to control the situation. Mike tried to guide the owl toward the window with a broom, but each time it fluttered across the room, the owl avoided the open window.
Tired, it perched on the arm of a chair, and I crouched down about a foot away, behind a French door. We stared at each other, both wide-eyed. It was an amazing moment. My intuition told me that we had done all we needed to do. It was the owl’s turn. This talented hunter with keen senses did not need us to save it. All that was left to do was let go. So we walked away. Upstairs, actually, and we waited for about thirty minutes. When we returned…the owl was gone! Back out into the night, navigating under the light of the moon.
And I’m left behind, thinking of what this visit means- wanting it to mean something- because the experience felt so powerful.
|Eastern Screech Owl in Flight|
This is the gift of the owl.