Another owl story:

I was 16 and just got permission to hunt a piece of property that was adjacent to my uncles land that I had always hunted. I hadn't scouted much except from areal photos I had, so I walked in there opening day of muzzle-loader season not really knowing where I was going to sit. I ended up at the bottom of this deep, thick draw in one of the few openings. Right before daylight an owl came and landed in the tree in front of me (I wasn't on stand, but was on a steep incline of the side of the hill) with something in its talons. It was too dark to tell, so I had to wait for daylight to see what it was. When it was light enough to see, I realized it was my uncles cat with its collar still on! I was about 1.5 miles from their house, in the middle of very dense woods and had their cat dead in the tree 5 yards from me. What the heck are the chances of that? I did end up shooting a very good buck that morning, so maybe it was a sign!