Hawk Chronicles: Unfettered Flight

Yesterday, I looked outside and heard an unfamiliar sound so I went to investigate.

What I had heard was the struggle of a Red-tailed hawk’s wings caught in some fruit tree netting I had sort of bunched up and left on the ground.

As I quietly creeped closer, I could see the hawk was flapping her wings and laboring to break free. I was petrified that she would injure herself.

I was able to crouch down and hold open the section of netting that was attached to her wing and she freed herself.

I have NEVER been that close to a hawk before, or any predator, and I really really wanted to pet her, but she gave me an angry look and flew away. Her beak and talons are absolutely enormous.

She didn’t look very happy and I can’t blame her. Fruit tree netting is notoriously dangerous for just that reason; birds become entangled and often injured in their attempts to extricate themselves, or perish. I immediately removed the netting and put it where no creature would find it.

I’m guessing that this hawk was trying to capture an early rodent dinner which makes me happy, but I’m sad that she got caught up in the netting and didn’t finish the hunt.

When a hawk gets caught in a fruit tree net and you help it escape, it carries meaning on two levels: a highly significant spiritual or symbolic message.

Here is what this powerful encounter means:

Spiritual and Symbolic Meaning

In many cultures and spiritual traditions, hawks are seen as messengers from the divine, representing vision, perspective, and guardianship.

  • Breaking Free from a Trap: The netting represents an invisible or sudden restriction in your own life—such as an unhealthy routine, a toxic mindset, or a limiting belief. Seeing the hawk break free with your help is a sign that you are capable of overcoming current obstacles and reclaiming your freedom.
  • An Awakening of Perspective: Hawks have incredible vision. This encounter suggests you need to step back and look at the “big picture” of a situation rather than getting bogged down in minor details.
  • An Act of Interconnectedness: By stepping in to save a powerful predator, you have aligned yourself with nature. Spiritually, this acts as a karmic boost, symbolizing that you have the power, compassion, and courage to be a protector and a force for good.

Still, it was my fault and I told her how sorry I was for being careless with the netting. However, if more hawks and owls and coyotes and bobcats came to visit, I wouldn’t be inundated with rats that eat all my apples and plums, and I wouldn’t have to protect the trees from being ravaged.

I hope she returns because there are lots of rodents and rabbits and squirrels around here. Yum.

(The featured photo was taken on a different day and I’m not sure it’s the same hawk.)

Full Moons and Owls

The Hunter’s Full Moon was still bright this morning when I was awakened at 5:45 a.m. by a pair of Great Horned Owls sitting high in the tree.

As I listened to them hooting to each other, I smiled and thought how appropriate it was for October’s Hunter’s Moon and wished them much success with their rodent hunting.

Hearing an owl during a full moon symbolizes heightened intuition, liminal transition, and the illumination of hidden truths. A back-and-forth owl conversation during a full moon symbolizes collaborative wisdom, dual perspectives, and a dialogue between your conscious and subconscious minds.

The Hunter’s Moon is in the sign of Taurus and is all about grounding energy and reassessing values under a Taurus-Scorpio axis while Mercury and Venus are in retrograde

It’s been chilly in the mornings which is a great relief after the past two months of suffocating heat in SoCal. Although the forecasts don’t really seem too accurate, there might be some rain on Halloween. Any sky water is appreciated, so I’m not complaining.

Not a photo taken this morning, but another owl on another day.

Obsession: Nate the Hoof Guy

I know a lot is happening in our country and cosmically with a full moon and many planets in retrograde, but I have entered a world that I never before knew existed.

I’m talking about Nate the Hoof Guy. I have no knowledge of cows or horses or hooves, but somehow stumbled across his YouTube channel and I’m OBSESSED. I wasn’t even aware that their feet looked like this, did you?

It make no sense that I watch vid after vid of Nate grinding, scraping, cutting cow feet/hooves using a variety of other healing modalities. I’ve only seen a handful of cows in my entire life, and I don’t eat any of their flesh or secretions, but I’m absolutely fascinated.

Nate the Hoof Guy (Nathan Ranallo) is a bovine podiatrist and professional cattle hoof trimmer based in west-central Wisconsin. He typically trims about 45 to 50 cows a day, working across multiple local farms.

Here’s what he does:
Hoof Trimming: He travels to dairy farms to perform routine and therapeutic hoof care for cows living on concrete housing, where natural hoof-wearing does not happen.
Pain Relief & Maintenance: He trims overgrown hooves, corrects angles and toe lengths, treats and cures lameness, removes lesions, and applies supportive rubber blocks and wraps to injured claws.
Content Creator: Since 2020, he has filmed and posted educational videos of his work on platforms like YouTube, Facebook, and TikTok (accumulating millions of followers), using his platform to bridge the knowledge gap between modern agriculture and the public.

Friday Vibe

I’m a simple girl, but still partially feral…

Have a great weekend!

Word Of The Day: Myrmecophobia — Fear of Ants

Myrmecophobia: that huge word describes a fear of ants.

I don’t mind if they stay outside and it’s not like I have intense physical reactions like panic attacks. but I do admit to compulsive cleaning and excessive use of toxic chemical sprays to prevent any possibility of an ant infestation.

I read some articles about how to overcome a fear of ants but I don’t really want to do that. Overcoming this phobia isn’t my goal. I like that I’m diligent about NOT allowing an army of ants to occupy my living space.

Updated ant saga: After I initially encountered the scout ants in my bathroom and quickly dispatched them, the next day I walked into the kitchen and was shocked to see a MILLION ants. I’m not exaggerating. Well, maybe I am, but only slightly.

I had been hopeful that the scouts found in the bathroom had been successfully “dealt” with, but I guess a message was still able to reach the collective.

The colony decided to retaliate in a big way and war was imminent. It seems as if they gathered their forces and decided to descend on my kitchen counters and sink during the night. I awoke to large-scale hostility.

I had to take immediate action, and I’m quietly optimistic that this will be the end of the 2026 ant assault. All surfaces have been compulsively scrubbed and bleached and there isn’t a single crumb of food in the sink to attract another interloper.

The part that terrifies me is when I ruminate about how they breached my defenses and found a way to stealthily sneak in the house while I was asleep and vulnerable. Was it revenge for the “scout” episode? Are their tiny ant minds capable of such machination?

But why me?

A couple days have passed and the enemy lines have been drawn. It’s the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morningvand I check to make sure my perimeters haven’t been breached.

However, it appears that these militant ants have honored the agreement to stay outside (at least for now). My fears have slightly subsided but I am on high alert.

Scout’s Honor

Scout’s honor? Well, not really.

I was never a Girl Scout for several reasons: I hate uniforms, especially ugly brown ones, and I don’t enjoy enforced gatherings and/or making weird crafty things to earn useless badges.

Don’t even get me started on how much I would LOATHE being forced to go door to door or stand in front of a grocery store to hawk cookies. That’s a firm and hard NO from me, at any age.

Yeah, I’m not a joiner of anything; I guess I’m a lone wolf by nature.

So…when I noticed a couple ants here and there in my bathroom, on the wall and in the shower — not a steady stream of them but a few that seemed to be aimlessly wandering around, I was perplexed.

A little research taught me something I had never known–these seemingly random ants are actually SCOUTS.

Scout ants are lone worker ants sent out by a colony to explore unfamiliar terrain, locate food sources, and assess potential nesting sites or threats, however, they chose the wrong location here because there’s no food in my bathroom!

They wander independently away from the nest using keen senses of smell and visual cues. When food is located, they consume a small sample and head straight back to the nest. Before they go, they leave a chemical scent called a pheromone trail on their return trip so other worker ants can follow the path to the food.

As fascinating as that info IS, I don’t want them anywhere near me. I get totally freaked out if I think an ant could possibly crawl on me in any way.

I don’t even care if the spiritual meaning of a scout ant represents a call to explore uncharted territory, to trust our inner instincts, or even to pioneer new paths before bringing others along.

I can admire their industrious nature, but stay away from me.

If you’re wondering what ultimately happened to these scout ants, the short answer is that these good little scouts are no longer able to bring back any info to their colony, which isn’t very animal-ioving of me, but I have my limits.

Let’s raise a glass to honor those brave, selfless little soldiers. RIP.

Photo found on Pinterest

Fly Away Home

“If you become a bird and fly away from me, I will be a tree that you come home to.”
Margaret Wise Brown

Photo by Enchanted Seashells

Margaret Wise Brown wrote at least a hundred books, including The Runaway Bunny and Goodnight Moon.

Our oppressive heat seems to have abated a bit and there’s the slightest chance we might see rain from Tropical Storm Marie, but I’m not overly optimistic. It would be awesome, though.

Ahimsa: Word Of The Day + The Three Gates

Do no harm. It’s really a simple way to live.

Found on Pinterest

Ahimsa is an ancient Indian ethical principle meaning nonviolence, non-harm, or harmlessness toward all living creatures.

It’s a core virtue in Hinduism, Buddhism, and Jainism. It forms the first restraint (yama) in Patanjali’s Yoga Sutras, and inspired Mahatma Gandhi’s peaceful resistance movements.

Non-harming: Avoiding injury or pain to any living being, including animals and insects, through the smallest footprint possible.
Three Levels: Practiced through thoughts, words, and physical deeds.
Universal Benevolence: Cultivating an inner attitude of peace, empathy, and love instead of malice or aggression.

I think we need to include the Three Gates that I annoy the Ferals with on a regular basis.

When they’re being obnoxious to each other, I ask if what they’re saying passes through the three gates…

The three gates of speech are a mindful communication framework often attributed to Sufi mystic traditions and the poet Rumi, as well as Buddhist teachings.

They act as a filter to pause and evaluate our words before we speak:

Is it true?
Is it necessary?
Is it kind?

I think we all can benefit from the practice of Ahimsa and think before we speak, right?

Dragonfly Razzle Dazzle

Photo by Enchanted Seashells

So…I got sick again, this time a really nasty upper respiratory virus with a high fever and a headache that made me want to chop off my head, that’s how bad it hurt. I wasn’t able to read or watch TV or do anything but lay in bed with an icepack on my forehead.

I hadn’t been sick in so long that I had forgotten how miserable it feels. As if shingles wasn’t bad enough, this was the icing on the cake of misery.

Now that I seem to be on the mend after some much-needed antibiotic help since I got a secondary bacterial lung infection, I’m looking at some drafts I started before I wasn’t able to function.

Right after I was almost completely healed from shingles, I took a walk and encountered a beautiful sight — dozens of dragonflies swirling around the front yard of a neighbor’s house.I took a photo but it didn’t capture the incredible vision of loveliness.

I think what I witnessed was a feeding swarm.

I’ve never seen more than one or two dragonflies at a time so I did some research. A group of dragonflies is most commonly called a swarm. Other, less common terms sometimes used include a flight, a cluster, or a dazzle. 

Dazzle is funny because it makes me think of jazz hands. “Jazz hands!” IYKYK

Dragonfly swarms generally fall into two categories:

  • Feeding swarms: Small groups that hover low to the ground to catch smaller flying insects in a specific area. To see a large group of dragonflies means you’ve stumbled upon a massive feeding or migratory swarm. Biologically, it indicates a high abundance of flying prey like mosquitoes, often triggered by humid weather, or a seasonal shift. Symbolically, it represents transformation, adaptability, and positive change. A bunch of dragonflies spiritually amplifies the core symbolism of a single dragonfly: transformation, adaptability, and emotional maturity. Because they gather in groups, a swarm or cluster often represents a major shift in your life, a blessing of prosperity, or the energetic Massive Transformation: Just as a dragonfly goes from living in water to flying in the air, a cluster of them indicates a period of profound personal metamorphosis. It is an encouraging sign to trust the changes you are going through.
  • Spiritual Messengers: Many mystic and cultural traditions view dragonflies as bridges between the physical and spiritual realms. A gathering is often interpreted as a visual reminder that guardian angels or deceased loved ones are nearby and watching over you. 
  • Abundance and Prosperity: In Chinese and Japanese folklore, dragonflies symbolize good fortune, swift success, and harmony. A bunch of them is a highly positive omen signaling incoming blessings, success, or wealth. 
  • Emotional Clearing: Because of their strong connection to water, seeing them together is often a prompt to dive deep into your own emotions, release past illusions, and embrace new beginnings with a lighter heart.

I’m not sure how that applies to my own personal cluster of feeling like shit, but I’ll ponder on it while I lay here suffering in my woe-is-me state of wretchedness.

Here’s a cool poem about dragonflies by Tennyson, who wrote it in 1833:

    The Dragon-Fly
    Today I saw the dragon-fly
    Come from the wells where he did lie.
    An inner impulse rent the veil
    Of his old husk: from head to tail
    Came out clear plates of sapphire mail.
    He dried his wings: like gauze they grew;|
    Thro’ crofts and pastures wet with dew
    A living flash of light he flew.

    Jimothy and The Hot Trash Panda Summer 🦝

    In the midst of all the horrible stories swirling around this country, the talk of the town is the shiniest ray of light, #Jimothy, Seattle’s latest local legend!

    I’ve named him Dr. Jimothy Sprinkles, since UW conferred an honorary Ph.D. on this special little guy.

    Credit to creator, found on Twitter

    Jimothy is a short-spined raccoon spotted thriving in Ballard, a suburb of Seattle, despite a rare congenital condition. He doesn’t seem to be in pain and it looks like he’s living his best life.

    The Ferals (formerly Angel Kids) hope they get a glimpse of him because the sightings have been fairly close to their neighborhood.

    A raccoon dubbed “Jimothy” that was seen trotting on long legs across a patch of grass may have short spine syndrome, a rare congenital disorder. (Courtesy of Kiana Hall)
    Courtesy of Kiana Hall

    Filming the creature with her cellphone Monday night, Kiana Hall was certain of only one thing: The tiny beast skittering out from under a car in Seattle’s Ballard neighborhood was definitely not a cat. 

    “I got very confused at what I was seeing,” Hall said. “I just have never seen any other animal like it.” 

    She also didn’t know her five-second video clip would turn a teetering trash panda into an overnight internet celebrity.

    Hall, 33, and her partner were strolling near the Ballard Goodwill about 8:30 p.m. Monday when she spotted what she thought was a cat under a car. She took out her phone to film the animal, then watched in disbelief as a decidedly different critter crept from the shadows. 

    Smaller than a house cat and unusually round, the gray-furred creature loped on long legs across a patch of grass and up a nearby staircase before climbing over a fence and out of sight. Hall guessed it was a raccoon based on its masklike facial markings. She also suspected it had short spine syndrome, a rare congenital disorder she had learned about online.

    Hall published the video the next day on her Instagram, naming the creature “Jimothy” because, she said, “he looked like a Jimothy.” 

    Within hours, Hall’s video started going viral, garnering more than 5 million views and thousands of comments by Thursday afternoon. A Ballard resident who saw the video recognized Jimothy as an oddly shaped raccoon their security cameras had captured last month crawling on their patio. The resident posted their footage Wednesday on Reddit, attracting hundreds of awed comments, including ones comparing Jimothy to mythical creatures like cryptids and chupacabras. 

    And thus, Seattle’s latest local legend — a belovedly bedraggled raccoon — was born. 

    Seattleites’ adoption of Jimothy as their scrappy hometown hero has brought Hall “a lot of joy,” she said in a Thursday phone call. 

    “I think times have been hard for everyone, so I’m really happy to have posted something online that reaches so many people and makes them so happy,” Hall said. “I just hope (Jimothy) continues to live his life freely and I hope he can be healthy.”

    Jimothy’s prognosis seems positive, despite his unusual appearance, said Marcie Logsdon, an associate professor at Washington State University’s Veterinary Teaching Hospital. 

    Logsdon could not diagnose Jimothy based on reviewing the videos of the “kind of crazy little thing.” But she said the raccoon was likely born this year, and that its abnormally shortened neck is likely caused by a congenital deformity of the spine. 

    Jimothy appears to be functioning well and “very spry,” excellent signs for his survival in the wild, Logsdon said. 

    “The fact that he’s made it to this age tells me that he’s managing and that he’s adapting,” she said. “I was surprised and honestly a little bit inspired that he’s that resilient.” 

    Jimothy is likely best off “left to his own devices.” Anyone who spots him and is concerned about his health should call a local wildlife rehabilitator before trying to intervene, she said. 

    “Raccoons are amazing because they have done an amazing job at adapting to and sharing urban and suburban areas,” she said. “But respectful sharing needs to remain just that.” (Curated from Catalina Gaitán, Seattle Times breaking news reporter.)

    This is my personal fave cos Angel Boy (only slightly feral) teaches at UW.

    Now there’s a song about #Jimothy!