I went on a night walk with Nigal, my trusty black lab. As we cam
back down North Main and South Main streets, in Sebastopol, the moon was rising.
A beautiful, full, orange gold circle of emotion and passion.
It was so beautiful this night, so powerful this night, I stop dead in my tracks. I was in front of the post office. I just stood and drank in the beauty of the moment.
It was one of those time where you could physically feel the wonder, the mystery, and the magic of life, and how it flowed through us, all live, the earth, and even the distant stars. I looked down at my companion. He was just sitting really mellow. I even got the feeling that he felt it too. He was not a dog that normally must sat. His noise was more like the silver ball in a pinball machine, bouncing here and there.
Just as I was going to start walking again, I heard the screeching of a Barn Owl, come from overhead. It made me freeze. It was an adult owl with a wing span of probably 1 1/2 feet. It flew silent accept for it occasional screeching call. It appeared ghostly white against the deep blue of the moon light sky. It was flying with such purpose, I felt like it was a messenger. A messenger of what, for whom.
Suddenly its call changed to a clicking sound, as another Barn Owl appeared. The two flew about 3 beed apart in a tight circular pattern. The circle they were creating with their flight pattern moved northward up the middle of the street, about 30 feet off the ground. After about a block and a half, the circle switched back in a southward direction, for a block, and then veered off behind a group of trees.
As I stood and watch the trees, only one owl flew out. I stood a long while and watched for the other owl. It just disappeared. From my point of view it would have been really hard for it to fly off and me not see it. Nigal toughed on the leash, as if to say "Ok, it's over, didn't you get the message? Come on lets get going"
R- 5/7/2001