This morning a large red tail hawk sat on a guard rail watching me approach while driving an isolated stretch of back road,. (I sensed as if it was waiting). I slowed to a stop, rolled down my window and we just stared at each other only feet apart. It was eerie but also felt transcendental. It certainly was unusual.
Driving away I watched ‘Apollo’s messenger’ through my rear view mirror turn its head to follow my departure then launch itself skyward.
Omens and talismans are mythology and folklore; at least that is what the rational side of my brain says.