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On Sunday I saw red-tailed hawk (?) pin a pigeon to the ground about twenty feet right in front of me. I stood still for a few seconds as the hawk and I stared at each other. Even the pigeon looked at me. They were right next to the sidewalk, so I decided to walk in the street to keep a respectful distance.
It felt like an omen. I told Tacoma Girl, whose dad was a classicist. According to her, the Romans would have said it meant victory in battle. The Greeks, the death of a child. I like the Roman version better, so I'll take that one. Tacoma Girl, characteristically, reminded me that omens are bullpucky.
Besides, I'm not exactly looking for a battle. I would have made a terrible Roman. But if there's any moral here — and that's highly dubious — it's to choose your own omen, and do it consciously.
Mental note: I should check that spot for pigeon remains on my way to my New Year's Eve outing.
It felt like an omen. I told Tacoma Girl, whose dad was a classicist. According to her, the Romans would have said it meant victory in battle. The Greeks, the death of a child. I like the Roman version better, so I'll take that one. Tacoma Girl, characteristically, reminded me that omens are bullpucky.
Besides, I'm not exactly looking for a battle. I would have made a terrible Roman. But if there's any moral here — and that's highly dubious — it's to choose your own omen, and do it consciously.
Mental note: I should check that spot for pigeon remains on my way to my New Year's Eve outing.
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Date: 2026-01-01 04:11 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2026-01-01 04:34 pm (UTC)From:I looked, but I couldn't find them in the dark.