Owls should be so lucky

Did you know:
– to Ancient Greeks and Indonesians, owls were a symbol of wisdom.
– to Native Americans, owls brought dreams to those who slept.
– to Africans, owls were associated with bad witchcraft and sorcery.
– to Chinese, owls were horrendous creatures that ate their own mothers.
– to Indians, owl flesh was an aphrodisiac.
– to Arabians, owls carried away their children in the night.
– to Aborigines, owls represented the souls of women. Was that good or bad?
– to Hebrews, owls represented misery and uncleanliness.
– to Samoans, owls were their ancestors.
– to Chinese, Germans, and English, owls protected against lightening (whilst eating their own mothers?).
– to British, owl stew was a cure against whooping cough, and powdered owl eggs improved eyesight (whereas Indians had to eat owl’s eyes).
– to Peruvians, boiled owl cured every ailment.
– and to Yorkshire folk, owls represented good luck. I’m feeling rather proud to be one quarter Yorkshireman right now.

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About Olivia N Masi

From art college drop-out, to office space-planner, to back-packer, to air stewardess, to brolly babe, to model agent, to wildlife conservationist. How? I've always believed in jumping at every opportunity that comes my way. This has taken me along some bizarre career paths. None of which I regret. I have been to amazing places and met fascinating people. And having worked in the motor sport industry I've sadly experienced too many beloved friends take one adrenalin step too many. I think of them always. I've hung out with pop-stars, sports personalities, and millionaires. I reached a point when nothing but VIP would do. And then something happened. My pops passed away and I felt the need to reconnect with my Italian side. Whilst in Italy, I learnt to be resourceful, to recycle everything, to listen to the valley, to grow my own veg, to catch and tame feral cats, and to follow my heart. My heart led me to a desire to save this beautiful Earth, and all the wonderful life upon it. And so I read, and then I studied with the Open University. I suddenly found myself accepted on a BSc in Wildlife Conservation, having left school with pitiful qualifications. So here I am. A qualified Wildlife Conservationist. A scientist I suppose. I love nothing more than to listen to birdsong, and watch, learn and photograph wildlife. So here is to me getting the perfect job where I can contribute to saving one of Earth's beautiful species. Do I miss the glamour of the old life? The VIP lifestyle? The petrol-head adrenalin? The buzz of being a successful business owner? Only occasionally. Though it seems more like the distant dreams of a previous life.
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2 Responses to Owls should be so lucky

  1. karen says:

    For Maori owl spirits can act as guardians and have the power to protect, warn and advise.

    Like

  2. Bushka says:

    Most interesting…..

    Like

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