jayhawk
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Don’t have any animals but my joints start aching right before a storm. I always thought it was just something old men talk about on the front porch but I’ll be darned it’s a real thing
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Not storm related but animal related in that they sense things.
My GSP started moaning and pushing his head into me when I had a stroke. It was a feeling like I never had before but was manageable. His behavior is what made me head to the hospital.
Same dog. We were at a hotel in Lexington Kentucky. Dog was shaking in the corner staring at the unknown. Tried calming him down, he went and tried to hide behind the toilet. Was so freaked out that he tore the toilet of the mounts.
I asked the front desk if they were any ghosts at the hotel, she laughed and said multiple ghost chasers came to the property over the years. Apparently a woman was killed in the hallway outside our room.
China has been researching the possibility of using animal behavior to predict earthquakes for years:There are a lot of folk tales about animals predicting weather or seasonal conditions, but most just don't seem to pan out. However, I do know of two that seem to have some truth to them. So, I'm putting this out there to see if anyone else has any animal, plant, or insect indicators they've heard that do seem to have some validity.
The first I can share, was personally seeing a news story about a week or two before Hurricane Katrina hit, where an old Louisiana guy was saying that the higher the turtles nest on any given year, the worse the hurricane season would be. That year he said he was concerned, because the turtles were nesting as high as they possibly could.
The second was that in 1862, California's central valley and the mountains around it got hit with so much flooding that the entire valley essentially turned into a giant lake for a few months. It also happens cyclically, about every 150 years or so. In 1862 over 4000 people died. I've read several accounts of the Indians in lower foothill communities warning of it coming, and relocating to higher ground because of it, well before the flooding hit. I want to say it had something to do with either pine cones or squirrel behaviors that were their warning, but can't remember. Their relocation was documented by several sources though.
Anyone else have anything like this?
So she's a mean drunk?I can tell how angry my wife is going to be based on the number of beer cans on the lawn, that usually often means I need to find alternate shelter from the storm that's coming.
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I've literally never seen a loon fky come to think of it. Always swimming and diving. I've never seen a merganser fly either. No i take that back. The only one I've seen was flying right before my buddy shot it. Never shooting one of those again. It stunk.Growing up in MN we were always taught that if you were out fishing or on the water and saw loons flying, it meant it was going to rain soon. I can say in 20+ times if seeing a loon fly (which is quite a chore for them, YouTube it if you’re not familiar), every time I recall rain within 1-2 hours of seeing them take off.
My grandfather was such a firm believer we’d usually wrap up our fishing within an hour of seeing the loons take flight to ensure we didn’t get drenched or end up on the water with a lightning storm.
I had a Raven once shut down a whole valley a few years ago. One of the most bizarre things to ever happen to me. I was on a solo moose hunt. It was a fly out so pretty remote. And it was evening right as the sky was being painted by the sunset. It had been a very breezy late September day. A Raven came from directly out of the sun and flew towards my camp, across the lake from west to east. I could hear it just as soon as I saw it. And it never stopped croaking from the time I could see it in the west to the time it faded into the east. Its distant eastern croak was the last sound I heard for several minutes other than my own pulse. The chaotic valley I was in was blanketed in an apocalyptic silence. The wind stopped, the howling of the nearby valleys and river stopped, not a leaf fell, the swarms of bugs were absent and silent, not a bird splashed or flew, the beavers and rodents were still, and the moose went silent. I couldn’t hear a boat on the not so distant river that was a local highway or a plane in the very busy September skies. At one point I literally questioned being alive. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced true silence and stillness for more than a few seconds until that point and don’t assume I ever will again until my end. It was a supernatural moment.
My favorite Alaskan book has always been Make Prayers to the Raven by Richard Nelson. That experience sorta had me questioning things. It was about 6 months after my daughter died.
I've literally never seen a loon fky come to think of it. Always swimming and diving. I've never seen a merganser fly either. No i take that back. The only one I've seen was flying right before my buddy shot it. Never shooting one of those again. It stunk.