posted on Aug, 11 2008 @ 09:17 AM
Last week, when I returned home from a few days absense, I noticed that a little inflatable pool set up for when grandkid visits had been refilled,
used, but not drained. I flipped it upside down to expell the now putrid water (under a shedding tree) and called it a day.
A few days later, my woman comes in from a stroll outside and says there's blood all over the pool.
I go out and sure enough, a pool of blood on the outer-inflated wall of the still upside down pool, but no other clues to it's origin.
I thought that was pretty unusual, and my woman was feaking out.
I knew an explaination was in order, to calm her down so I suggested my theory of what had happened.
There were numerous fresh mole holes arounf the yard, so I assured her that an owl had swooped down and attacked the mole, leaving behind only a pool
of blood once it had subdued it's prey.
The presumption had the effect intended, and she relaxed, her venician thoughts settling back to an earthly pattern, and that was that.
Since that day, I noticed no new mole hills and two nights ago, I went out for a smoke about 3 AM, and in an adjacent lot, heard an owl hooting about
8 times.
Lucky guess?
8 years ago, driving from a relatives about 95 miles away, We, carpooling, left the kinfolk's place heading home via another city a bit out of the
way to drop off another relative.
On this trip, three white owls swooped in front of the vehicle all in the day.
I found out this had happened to my woman in the past prior to our intoduction to each other, yet had never been told. Evidently, some strange, not
so good things happened right after her similar encounter, and she tells me that it's an omen.
She starts freaking out, just like over the pool thing.
This jogged my memory of an event in my youth. Riding with my folks in the wee hours one weekend heading to grandfathers, (dirt road through heavy
forest), a 6 point white tail gets caught frozen in the headlights. Middle of nowhere, Hunting season, but dark as pitch, Dad decided to stop,
retrieve his 30-06 and chamber a round for a shot.
By the time he got it together, trying to be expeditious and silent with kids, wife, only headlights and dash lights to see by,
The buck had composed and pranced up the highside and gone. We waited a few more minutes as Dad hoped to catch a sillouette or movement to fire
towards, but, no such luck.
After expelling the cartridge and putting the rifle back in the vehicle, we drove on.
About 10 minutes later, still in the woods, pitch dark other than the headlights, an owl swoops down and Wham! right into the grill.
When we arrived at Grandfathers, waking the younger siblings and helping unload with my brother, we noticed the owl on the extended bumper lying dead
attop the PTO winches cable spool.
I was pretty young, and the coming Monday was Show and Tell at school.
I bagged the owl in a plastic bag and the weekend couldn't go fast enough from that point on.
Unfortunately, prior to leaving sunday afternoon, My attempt to bring the owl back was rejected due to the decomposition and related odor.
My point is, nothing ever happened regarding the "three white owls swooping".
Oddly enough, a few years later, we encountered two swooping white owls in the same day once again, but not three.
Those five white owls were the only five I have ever seen and I had been in the areas and used those routes my entire life.
I think it has to do with my woman somehow.
Has anyone ever heard of a three white owl "Omen" before?
Lastly, the night of the 3 white owls, hearing her story for the first time of the event she had in the past, After the related story I told, while
discussing the fact that she had never mentioned it before and things we've never thought of talking about prior to meeting, We come to find out that
now 30 years ago, we worked in the same business and building together, but I, day shift and she, graveyard. never meeting.
I think the owls caused these revelations to be realized, and that was their intent. Not some Omenous looming danger about to unfold.
well, that's all I have to say about that.