The other night in my sleep an owl landed on the trunk of my car. I was in the back seat, on the back side of the loop headed home. The next night it was in the cab with me, striking me and grabing me. I could hear the wind of its wings beating my ear drums, and the caress of its fethers on my face. I did wrestle whith it, but not in anger. It was strong, but it did not hurt me.