A Flower Blooms in Beechwood

Daffodils are blooming in my backyard. The first one came two days after Christmas. There were three more yesterday.

I look for meaning when unusual things happen. But all that I can figure out so far is that daffodils are blooming in my backyard and it’s wintertime.

I suppose that I should have quit looking for signs after my visit from the owl. Back in October I had a barred owl spend a week in my back yard.

I don’t know where he came from. I just looked out my window shortly after sunrise one morning and he was hopping along the ground under my bird feeder. I couldn’t tell if he was after insects or just excited over my exploding population of chipmonks. I watched him for several minutes then grabbed my camera and ran outside. He flew when he spotted me and I was so shocked at his impressive wingspread that I didn’t even get a picture.

I saw him several times over the next few days but nothing prepared me for what happened shortly before nightfall one evening.

I had gotten the mail and stopped at my recycle box on the carport to drop most of it in. As I dropped the lid on the recycle box, I heard a flutter of wings. Looking up I saw the owl sitting on a limb about five feet off the ground not ten feet from my carport.

I stared at him and he stared back at me for several minutes. I tried to talk to him but he didn’t respond, he just kept staring.

I figured a picture’s worth a thousand words so I very slowly moved towards the door only a couple of steps away. I opened the screen door and slid into the house.

After retrieving my camera, I cautiously eased back out onto the carport. The owl continued to just stare at me from his perch in the tree but he showed no signs of bolting.

I raised the camera and shot a picture. The flash hit him straight on from about ten feet. He didn’t blink.  I moved a couple of steps closer and zoomed in for a closeup. He still didn’t budge. I looked him in the eyes, thanked him for posing for me, and went back into the house. I looked out about an hour later and he was gone. I never saw him again.

A book that I have on Native American lore says that some tribes believe that an owl can act as a teacher in the medicine of the dark and can serve as a guide through tough times and into the light. However some tribes believe that the owl foretells death.

I couldn’t get my owl to foretell anything. He just stopped to recharge his batteries for a few days in my backyard, then thanked me by sitting for pictures (which made a great treat for this year’s trick or treaters) then moved on.

As for the daffodils I do take some comfort from them blooming in December and January. It means that the flowers are just as confused about things as I am.

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