Sunday, Nov. 07, 2021 @ 10:11 am
I’m at a dinner party, and I’m asked to tell my story.
“You know what,” Nicole says, interrupting my story, “I bet that was an owl.”
I stop telling my story as my brain processes this new information.
The silent attack from behind. A set of talons grazing my skull. My ponytail, tantalizing like a squirrel tail. The time of day and location perfect for owl activity.
Back at home, laying in bed, I press my face into Russell’s chest.
“I’m so dumb. Of course it was an owl. All of that fuss for nothing. I feel like an idiot.”
He rubs my back.
“You didn’t know. You still don’t know for sure - you didn’t see what hit your head. We went through this before you went into the hospital. We discussed whether it could be a bird, but given that you didn’t see what hit you, you had to take the conservative approach.”
I am going to go back there at dusk, to that bend in the trail in the forest, with my ponytail and a flashlight.
I need to know.