Two years ago my beloved dog Jessy was dying of cancer and this owl came. Jessy had to go outside all night long and I would sit out there with him for hours. The owl would sit on the branch above the deck. She would make noises, I would talk to her, Jess would look at her. We all just seemed to find comfort in each other.
Jess passed away, my family up and deserted me, my daughter was in the hospital, my favorite and one of the last family member’s left who loved me passed away…It was a bad time. So, the owl stayed. She didn’t leave me. I would go out on the deck at night by myself after Jess passed and there she would be. I think she saved me I truly do.
Last year she came back. This time I was finishing up a year of therapy and was far worse than when I had begun. My husband was about to leave for 3 months (that ended up being canceled thankfully) and I was feeling as close to a nervous breakdown as I could be. The owl came back to me. She brought her two babies with her. One was a female and one a male. The female bonded with me immediately. I contacted an owl specialist because I was concerned about her. She would come to the same branch her mother used to come visit me on but she would seem to cry. The owl specialist said she wanted me to feed her. She saw me as someone that would care for her. She trusted me. I did not feed her. After taking hundreds of pictures we discovered she had a leg injury. She could still stand and fly but was having some trouble hunting. Her mother stayed. She didn’t leave her when owl mothers typically leave. She stayed right there with her girl and with me. For six months I watched her grow and heal. Her mother brought her food right to the branch above me and I watched her eat every day. I could sit and stand right next to her. She trusted me. I loved her.
It’s been 6 months and I have heard her. I heard her find her voice. Her hoot is STRONG. Stronger than any owl I’ve ever heard. I listened as she found a mate. I have heard them for months talking back and forth. Tonight she was close. I haven’t seen her in so long! I called her. Her name is “Owl”. I used to call her and she would come and land on the branch. When I went for walks she would fly near me and land near me. My husband was always shocked at her doing this and how close she would get.
Tonight I heard her as I was sitting outside with my daughter. I called out “OWL! HI!!! Come closer so I can see you!” She didn’t right away. I went to the prairie and took a picture of the sunset but felt this strong urge to rush back home to see the owl. I went right back to the deck and called her again. She flew to a branch close by. I nearly burst into tears. I walked slowly to her. She let me walk right up to her as she always has. She is by no means tame. I have never fed her or touched her. She just KNOWS me. And I KNOW her. I stood next to her for a very long time catching her up on the last six months. Telling her how much I have missed her, how happy I was she had come back and how much love I had for her. I cannot explain it in words. Seeing her makes me feel like I am not ever alone. She comes when I am at my lowest and loneliest times when I KNOW that no one else could ever know how it feels to be me. Yet, she does. She sat patiently listening to me, looking at me like she always did. I used to wait for her to fly away. This time I told her I would go first. I would leave her to hunt or nest or whatever she wanted to do. I cried as I always do when I talk to her. I feel like I would feel if I were in the presence of an angel who really from the depths of their heart loved me, heard me, and would never hurt or leave me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way with a human being. With animals, my dog Jess, with my owl, I do. I took some pictures of her. She was crouched down and I was not in the best position to take pictures as it was getting dark but I did get some. I can hear her still. She is hooting outside my window just like she used to. I can only hope she brings her mate and they have their babies here. I wonder…will she stay or will her baby? And where did her mother, the original owl go? All I know is this is not common and a true blessing and I cherish it very very much.
Tomorrow is my mother’s birthday. It is the last time I saw my mother years ago when she chose to never speak to me again upon hearing of the abuse I endured as she felt I blamed her. Who knows what she thought actually. All I know is this is the anniversary of the day that everyone left and never came back. But NOW it is the anniversary of my owl coming back. It is the day I was reminded that an owl can love more than a mother. It is a day that I can be reminded that love does not always come where we may hope or assume but it can come in the most unexpected ways. An owl.