More importantly, my dad went to the hospital (we’re not sure why) and I took Gandalf for his night walk, and we saw an owl. I have never seen an owl in the wild before. It was quite a large one, I thought it was a small hawk. But it wasn’t. It sat there, owl-like, looking at us. Unable to get a positive i.d., but thinking Barred?
Birds are always happening like that, appearing for the first time (I keep a life-list) in one’s life when something important is happening. It’s no wonder Southerners are so superstitious about them.