Sometimes the natural world speaks to us through paranormal means. All we have to do is listen and observe.
One day as I was writing on the computer, a hawk sitting high up in the huge oak in my back yard kept screeching. My desk and computer screen face the window so I could see him clearly.
The rear of our property borders the Little Wekiva River here in Central Florida so it isn’t unusual to see hawks, owls and all kinds of water birds. This time though, the hawk in question kept squawking his head off.
From his perch, he would look down on the ground below him, pause, screech some more and then look at me through the window. There was no question he could see me. Since it kept happening over and over again, it almost looked intentional, like he was trying to get my attention.
I dismissed that notion, kept working and eventually, my friend the hawk flew away. I figured he must have been eying a snake on the ground or something. A short time later though, he reappeared and repeated the same antics as before. “Crazy bird,” I muttered, trying to finish the chapter I was writing.
Finally, I got hungry, went to the kitchen and grabbed some lunch right after my wife left the house to go somewhere. Just as I sat down to eat, I heard a heavy thud. At first, I thought the sound might somehow be her coming back in the front door but she didn’t appear.
Curious, I called to her. No answer. I went to the front door and found it closed and locked. Now even more curious, I opened the door and saw that, indeed her car was gone. That made me search the house but there was nothing out of the ordinary.
Then on a hunch, I went back into my home office and looked through the window. The hawk was gone but beneath our big old oak was a huge mass of green about ten feet high where our back yard should have been. It took me a few seconds to realize I was looking at another tree that had fallen across the river in our backyard and onto our property. The thing had crushed our chain link fence and now lay exactly below where the hawk kept looking down and screeching.
Thankful I hadn’t decided to work in the backyard just moments before, I wondered just what the hawk may have perceived so far in advance of what actually happened.
Interesting isn’t it?
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