I cannot say whether I ream omens correctly. Maybe none of us do. After an event it seems easy to go back and point to events as portents to what happened. However, occasionally, we seem to be aware of what is happening. Sometimes we just feel it.
I was bending down, pulling weeds and wondering how soon I would be back out looking for more when I heard a metallic tap behind me. I assumed it was the squirrels getting in under my siding again. Rather than lose it in front of the whole neighbourhood, I calmly turned around and was confronted by the omen.
There, sitting gracefully on the awning over my front porch, was a bird I suspect to be a cardinal. Weeding is no place for a camera or phone, so you’ll just have to believe me and have belief in my identifying skills.
The bird stayed there, watching me weed, for quite some time. The rhythmic tapping continued, and I would have suspected it as wind had there been any. Instead, I suppose, the bird was responsible.
In all the years I have been in this house and spent time weeding the front lawn–and with the banning of killex this has become considerable, I have never seen a bird on the awning. No Blue Jays, no robins, no birds.
I will let you know what this brings about in my life.