11/28/2025
‘Twas the night before Thanksgiving, and our son had basketball practice 1.5 hours away in Carterville. At the approval of a licensed caretaker, we brought along an injured barred owl that we found in our yard, because the wildlife sanctuary we called for him happened to be 10 minutes away from the practice facility. On the journey there, we played owl sounds and talked about owl names and hope that our owl could recover. Very sadly, he wouldn’t. He died last night in our back seat on the way to the sanctuary. The caretaker said maybe we made him warm and comfortable enough in our car that he gave in to his tired, wounded body. I like to think that is the case. As an animal lover, it’s too sad not to. It all felt very spiritual, and synchronous, and I couldn’t understand the meaning in it all…and maybe I never will. But as we opened our fortune cookie at 9-something at night on our way home, our fortune felt like a message that we are all where we’re meant to be and everything is happening exactly as it should, even amongst hurdles and loss and when it’s not in the ways we prefer. 2025 has been one for the books. Grateful for the journey and the lessons and the courage to try and not have everything go our way and still try again. It’s all ordained.
Happy Thanksgiving to our community —which now includes an owl in Heaven we named Barry ❤️
And every blessing,
Shannon and Mindy