Sarah's Morning, More Interesting Than Mine

This morning on her way out the door, daughter Sarah heard a barred owl.  And that was pretty nice.

Then when she pulled up at the trailhead where she and a coworker were going running, a barred owl flew past her windshield.  Still very nice, a barred owl can represent wisdom, mystery, or a need for reflection.

But then, on the trail, a barred owl flew at her and hit her in the head and ear.  She has little talon scratches.  It was bad luck for Sarah that she had just pushed back the hood on her hoodie.  

The owl wouldn't let her and her running partner pass on the trail.  There was probably a nest with eggs nearby.

I know, who goes trail running in the early morning darkness - they start work at 7 am -  but I'm sure they had head lamps.

Isn't that just crazy?  I'm wondering, since there were thousands of trees in that forest downed by Helene, whether wildlife is very out of sorts that their habitat has changed.