Keep Forgetting

[perzephone]

Had a dream the other evening. For some reason, I was walking through the woods. It was autumn, the ground was covered in wet leaves. Deciduous leaves, & the woods smelled like wet leaves. The air had that grey coppery winter color, but it wasn't freezing cold. I heard a commotion & walked up to a tree where a fledgling owl had fallen onto the ground underneath it. A dog was harassing it, so I chased the dog off. I took off my coat, turned it inside out & wrapped the owl in it (to protect both my hands & the owlet from an overwhelming taint of human & put it back on the lowest branch. It was a white ragged-looking thing, all down with pinfeathers sticking out at odd angles. It looked like a soccer-ball sized dandelion puff. Anyway, it kept tumbling off the branch. I put it back on the branch a few more times & finally it seemed determined to not flop back onto the ground.

I went back the next day to find the owl back on the ground, fighting w/yet another dog. At least it was still healthy enough to put up a struggle, so I chased the dog off again & wrapped the owl up in my coat & tucked it under my arm like the soccer ball it resembled. I called it 'Bubo' & fussed at it all the way home. When I got home, Rob was looking at me rather astounded & I told him we needed to take the owlet to a raptor rehabilitation facility in New Jersey. He said, sure, it's just across the state line... I think my dream had us living in New York or something.

Bizarre. But the owl was awful cute.