It was not what I was expecting, driving home from rehearsal, roof open to the 80degree night, throat raw from coughing, brain tired from trying to remember if I was to ask if Agnes knew about the baby or how she knew about the baby or what happened to the baby… you get the idea, brain was fried. I pulled up the stop sign two houses down from mine and suddenly a rush of wings and a blur of feathers swept past my windscreen. Stunned I sat at the stop sign, franticly looking about me. Trying to see if there had been contact or if the feathers had landed on the grass beyond my car. I spotted nothing. Two inches closer and he would have been in the car with me. Shocked I creped the car home, checking overhead for wings, the lights of my car leaping across the trees, no Owls in sight. I parked in the garage and walked up the stairs – finished by husband to absolute perfection. In a hushed coughing whisper, I told him about the almost Owl to car contact. “I was just dive-bombed by an Owl!” “Tigger the Dog also got dive-bombed earlier.” He said nonchalantly. As if this happened every day. As if my episode not five minutes before was the norm at our house.
Today I’ll be planted near the window, watching to see if they are out and about. And tonight, after my rehearsal, the dog and I will spend some time watching the show. I’m only slightly worried that they’ll attack me. It would be my luck if they tried BUT it would be a fantastic story and, unless the seven Owl’s work together, there is no way they can carry me off!
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