A blessing
Having grown up in the country side has given me an amazing gift of knowing nature and wildlife. I used to take late walks just to feel the peace and quietness in the woods. When I was 17 I remember doing just that. It must have been early spring, as it was properly dark. This was around 11 pm, I believe. When walking I became aware of something, a shadow above me. Crossing over my head, once, twice and perhaps three times. I realised it was an owl. That meant I was near her nest and she was protecting it. When she realised I was not a threat to her chicks, she stopped following me.
Many owls
This memory has stayed with me. I could feel her, even though I only saw her as a black being flying above me. She was making sure her offspring were safe. She also showed me the respect of not doing anything, apart from watching and letting me know she was there, as long as I left her nest alone. Powerful and beautiful too.
Checking now I find that the area I come from have many owls, Ural owls are the most common. Slaguggla in Swedish.
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