Friday, December 23, 2011
The Omen of the Night Owls
Therefore, as I sat in my owl themed nursery late at night just before my son was born, I saw owls only as good omens. They have become a symbol of my baby boy. They are wise and beautiful creatures of the night.
My neighborhood and my house have no trees. So birds of any sort are a rare commodity in my neighborhood. The lake brings geese and goose poop, but owls are never seen in my neck of the woods. However, the night before my baby was born, as I sat in the nursery, unable to sleep and very pregnant, the call of three owls filled the night air. I sat up and listened to them hoot back and forth to each other with their distinct calls for over an hour before I drifted off to sleep. The next day I held my baby in my arms, making owls forever a good omen for me. I'm not sure if there was any real significance to the presence of the owls, but to me there was something mystical to their presence that night. They were omens of life to come.