I was living in northern lower Michigan when my adult son chose to pay me a surprise visit.
As he was driving north, he got a ‘gut nudge’ to detour. He had never driven over the infamous, five-mile long, Mackinac Bridge.
It was a beautiful December day…. he followed his gut and headed towards the Mighty Mac … and spent the rest of the day there.
Soon after he entered the Upper Peninsula, he felt compelled to park his car and walk the piers by the lake. He did not know why, but he knew not to ask questions or have any expectations. When the ‘gut instinct’ kicks in, you learn to listen.
And there it was. Pier #3. It called out to him, so he turned and walked its length. As he walked, he took in the essence of the huge lake. How beautiful the scenery was. The air was fresh, crisp and invigorating.
As he reached the end of Pier #3, he stood there a moment, gazing out at the waters. Then he discovered why he was there. The beautiful Snowy Owl was practically next to him. It was perched on the pier, just staring at the human. They became frozen in time, eye to eye.
The camera hung around his neck, forgotten. He was mesmerized, entranced by the eyes of that owl. He could only stand there and take it in. It was very moving, beyond words. It was as if, they were connected.
As the owl lifted for take off, the spell was broken. He grabbed his camera and started clicking, as the owl flew off.
Due to his surprise of the encounter, he calls the owl, O.G.. As in, “Oh Gee!”
We rarely see Snowy Owls in Michigan.
I saw a Snowy Owl the year prior and felt blessed for the event. It was perched high atop the heat stack of a nearby house. I almost did not see him.
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