The owl has long been a symbol of wisdom, mystery, and the supernatural across cultures worldwide. Feared by some as an omen of death and misfortune, and revered by others as a guardian spirit or messenger of hidden knowledge, the owl’s silent flight and haunting cry have inspired countless myths and legends.
In this article, we will explore some of the most compelling owl stories from around the world, uncovering their symbolic meaning and cultural significance. Then, we’ll dive deeper into the themes that unite these myths, and reflect on how real-life owls compare to the creatures of legend.
Stories of the owl
The Owl Girl
Once, a very queer little girl lived in a village beside the great Yukon River. This little girl did not care to play with other children. In fact, she spent all day sleeping inside the stone hut. But as soon as evening came, the girl would awaken. She would run out to the riverbank to play, shouting and laughing. She did not mind the dark. She even declared that the sun hurt her eyes and that she could see far better at night.
Her mother said that, for all her strangeness, the girl was very wise – she knew many things that even grown-ups had never heard of. But the people of the village shook their heads. They whispered that there was magic at work, and that someday, something strange would surely happen. So, when the queer little girl ran shouting to the river at sunset, the people of the village watched from behind the bushes. And sure enough – something very wonderful did happen.
One evening, the girl with the big shiny eyes was chasing a field mouse among the trees by the river.
The mouse scurried up a low branch and hid in the dark. But the girl, who could see quite well in the dark, leapt after it. Lo! As she jumped, the queer little girl changed into a bird with a long, long beak and great shining eyes.
When she saw what had happened, she was frightened. In her fear, she flew back to her mother’s stone hut. But now that she was a bird, she had forgotten about doors and windows. She flew straight into the stone wall of the house. So rapid was her flight that she struck the wall with great force. Her long bill and her face were flattened by the blow. She forgot her mother’s house, and in pain, flew back to the trees by the river.
The next night, the mother heard the voice of her strange little girl calling from the leaves: “Whoo-whoo-whoo!” But when she looked, she saw only a flat-faced, big-eyed bird making a supper of the poor little field mouse.
Why You Should Never Have a Hooting Owl for a Husband
A widow with one daughter was always warning the girl that she must be sure to marry a good hunter. The young woman listened and promised to follow her mother’s advice.
At last, a suitor came to ask for the girl’s hand. But the widow told him that only a good hunter could have her daughter. “I’m just that kind,” said the man, and asked her again to speak to the girl on his behalf. So the mother went to her daughter and said, “A young man has come a-courting, and he says he’s a good hunter. I think you should marry him.” “Just as you say,” replied the girl. So when the man came again, everything was arranged, and he went to live with her.
The next morning, he said he would go out hunting – but then changed his mind and said he’d go fishing instead. He was gone all day and returned late with only three small fish. “No luck today,” he said, “but I’ll do better tomorrow.” The following day, he went out again to fish and came back that night with just two worthless spring lizards and the same excuse. The next day, he promised to go hunting – but came home with only scraps he’d found where real hunters had butchered a deer.
By this time, the old woman was suspicious. The next morning, as the man headed out again, claiming to fish, she told her daughter to follow him secretly and see what he was really doing. The girl followed him through the woods, keeping out of sight, until he reached the river.
To her shock, she saw her husband change into a hooting owl and fly over to a pile of driftwood. There he perched, calling out, “U-gu-ltu! hu! Jiu! u!” The girl was furious. “I thought I had married a man,” she said to herself, “but my husband is only an owl.”
She watched as he stared into the water, then swooped down and scooped up a handful of sand – from which he picked out a single crawfish. He then flew back to shore, took the form of a man again, and started walking home.
The girl ran ahead and got there before him. When he came in with the crawfish in his hand, she asked, “Where are all the fish you caught?” “I didn’t get any,” he said. “An owl frightened them all away.” “I think you are the owl,” said his wife – and she drove him out of the house.
The owl went deep into the woods and stayed there, pining away with grief and love. In time, there was no flesh left on his body – except for his head.
The Owl and the Orphan
(Great Horned Owl – North American tradition)
Some men once went out on a hunting trip and camped in the forest. They had an orphan boy stay behind to tend the camp. Before dawn, the hunters left, and the boy remained by the fire. Suddenly, a Great Horned Owl perched in a nearby tree and called down to him: “A bear is hidden in the asawe tree standing there. Tell the man who is good to you. Let him kill it and eat.”
After the owl flew away, the boy waited until the hunters returned. One by one they came back – all but the kind one. He returned last. The boy told him what the owl had said. So together they went to the place, and sure enough, there was a bear. The man killed it, skinned it, and they returned to camp with plenty of meat.
That night, the owl returned and hooted again. One of the hunters asked, “What does he say now?” The orphan boy replied: “He says, ‘Someone else is going with your wife.’ That is what he told me.”
The Owl’s Wife
A man went hunting and camped alone at the edge of a thicket. As night fell, he heard an owl hooting in a tall oak nearby. Unbeknownst to the man, the owl’s wife lived in that tree. The owl arrived and began scolding her, beating her until she cried out – and the man, startled, listened in silence.
Later, the owl flew to the other side of the campfire and scolded the hunter: “Why did you come here?” “I’m only hunting,” the man replied. “You lie,” said the owl. “You came for my wife.” The man denied it again, but the two argued and eventually fought.
The man beat the owl at first – but then the owl turned the tables, overpowered him, and scratched his face so badly that by morning, the man could barely see. He gave up hunting and returned home. When a friend visited and heard the story, he said, “Take me back. I’ll fight that owl myself.”
Once the man recovered, they went together and returned to the campsite. That night, just as before, the owl hooted, scolded his wife, and flew to confront the men. The second man declared, “I will fight you!” They battled – but again the owl won, scratched his face, and blinded him. The first man simply said, “That’s what I told you would happen – but you wouldn’t believe me.”
The Children and the Screech Owl
(Sahaptin Tribe, Washington State)
Once, a man and woman had two children – a boy and a girl. One day, the mother came home very late and, feeling thirsty, asked the children to fetch her water. They refused, again and again, despite her pleas. At last, in anger, she said she would fly away. She took her husband’s eagle feathers from the wall, tied them to her arms, and flew off into the sky.
The children wept and begged her to return, but it was too late. She was gone. Left alone, they decided to find an old relative – a canoe-maker who lived across the river. The girl carried her younger brother on her back, and they set off.
As night fell, the Screech Owl, known to kill anyone on the path, especially children, spotted them. When the girl saw the owl, she whispered, “Let us turn into worms and crawl under the grass.” They did, but the owl found their tracks, pulled aside the grass, and saw them. She picked them up, placed them in a basket she had brought for just such a purpose, and began walking home.
Not far along the trail, the girl made herself very heavy and cried out, “A widow’s children are burning up! A widow’s children are burning up!” The owl thought, “Those must be my five children!” She hung the basket on a branch and ran home to check.
The moment she was gone, the girl kicked the basket apart, carried her brother to the river, and called to the old man making a canoe on the far bank. He ignored them at first, until the girl cried out, “The Owl is coming!” He asked, “Are you my only grandchildren?” “We are the ones,” she replied. So he stretched his foot across the river. The children stepped on it and clung tight as he lifted them safely to the other side.
When the Owl returned home and found her children safe, she rushed back to retrieve the others – only to find the basket broken and the children gone. She followed their tracks to the riverbank. The old man saw her coming – recognized her by her long hair. She asked if he had seen two children. He said nothing, just kept hammering. “Why don’t you answer me?” the Owl asked. “I’ve already eaten them,” he said.
The Owl asked to be ferried across. The old man now planned to destroy her. He sent Crawfish, Mussel, and Butterfly with a fragile canoe. He told them to instruct the Owl to tie many stones to herself to balance the boat properly.
She did as told, and once they reached the middle of the river, Crawfish split the canoe. The Owl sank beneath the water. She held up a stick to escape, but the others seized it and held her under until she drowned. And that is the end.
Why the Owl Means Mischief and the Bat Is a Blood-Sucker
Boku-boku, the Night-owl, married the bats’ sister, and often took his brothers-in-law with him at night to rob people’s houses. One night, they came across a house where fish were being dried on a babracote. Just to frighten the people, they all shouted, “Boku! Boku! Boku!” The terrified occupants ran into the bush, leaving the bats free to steal the fish. The trio used this trick at many settlements.
One day, the owl told the bats he had to travel for a while and warned them to behave themselves and stay indoors at night. Otherwise, he said, trouble would surely come.
But no sooner had Boku-boku turned his back than the bats, unable to resist temptation, resumed their evil ways. One night, they found another place where fish were drying. Without the owl to help them shout, they couldn’t cry “Boku! Boku! Boku!” as loudly as before. The people, less frightened this time, only ran a short distance and watched from the shadows, seeing that it was the bats who were stealing their food.
Undisturbed, the bats thought they could do as they pleased and returned again the following evening. This time, the people remained where they were – some seated, some lying in hammocks. The bats, still feeling bold, laughed “Chi! Chi! Chi!” in joy. But the house master took his bow and arrow, tipped with a wax knob, and shot one of the bats on the rump, stunning it.
The other bat escaped into the forest and met Boku-boku, who had just returned from his travels. He told the owl about his brother’s fate. Unshaken, they returned together that night. Now with the owl’s cry added, their voices frightened the people back into the bush. They stole the fish once more, and lying on the babracote was the dead bat. They carried him home and smacked him on the spot where he was hit. The fire hadn’t withered him completely, and he revived, laughing “Chi! Chi! Chi!” as he woke.
But when Boku-boku was again away the next evening, the two bats returned to steal. The people were no longer afraid, and once again one of the bats was shot in the rump. The next night, the survivor came back with Boku-boku, and they found the bat’s body on the babracote once more. They took it home, but this time, when they smacked him, he never woke – he had been too badly dried over the fire.
Since then, the surviving bat has continued to take revenge upon people. He sucks their blood and their fowls’, and does other mischief. And the presence of Boku-boku, his brother-in-law, always means trouble: when his voice is heard at night, someone is surely about to sicken and die.
The Owl and the Perch
(Muskhogean Tribe, Gulf Coast)
An owl found a perch stranded in a drying pool and caught him up to eat. “Let me sing you a song first,” said the Perch. “I’m a good singer. Dance to my song. Carry me until we find a nice, open spot.” The Owl agreed and carried the fish until they came to a clearing. “Here’s a good place,” said the Perch. “Brush it off well. Then dance back and forth four times. After that, you can eat me.”
The Owl brushed the spot clean and began to dance while the Perch sang. He danced once, twice, three times – but as he turned for the fourth time, the Perch gave a mighty flop and landed back in the pool. And that’s how the Perch outwitted the Owl.
The Owl and the Tortoise
(Ainu, Hokkaido)
Blakiston’s fish owl is one of the most important gods of the native Ainu people of Hokkaido, Japan. Known as kotan kor kamuy, it means “god of the village” or “god who protects the village.” The following story comes from the Ainu tradition.
The tortoise in the sea and the owl on land were very close friends. One day, the tortoise said: “Your child is a boy. My child is a girl. So let us unite them in marriage. If I send the fish from the sea into the rivers, then your son and my daughter will both have food. Together, they will possess the world.”
The owl was deeply pleased and gave his blessing. And so, the tortoise’s daughter and the owl’s son were married. For this reason, the owl, without the least hesitation, eats every fish that comes into the river.
The Owl and the Crow
The owls, who can’t see during the day, and the crows, who can’t see during the night, were once foes. The owls said to the crows, “We don’t need the sun like you do; we can do without him – we see in the dark.” The crows replied, “We don’t believe you. If you can’t see in the day, how could you possibly see in the night?”
But in time, they became friends. Then the owls said, “You don’t see at night because you are part of it – how else could you be so black?” And the crows returned the compliment: “You don’t see during the day because your eyes are part of the sun – how else could they be so brilliant and round?” And so they said together, “As we love or hate, we think of each other’s blessing.”
Ohoue d’Auvergne
In the region of Chatillon-sur-Seine, the Tawny Owl is sometimes called Ohoue d’Auvergne, for this reason:
Once, a man from Auvergne lost his way in a dense forest. Suddenly, he heard the cry of the Hulotte (as the owl is called in France), and mistook it for the voice of God. “Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! I am lost in the forest – help me to get out!” he cried. He followed the sound, hoping it would lead him to safety. But the owl flew from tree to tree, calling out again and again, drawing the poor man deeper into the forest. He followed all night, until at dawn the bird fell silent.
Deep dive into owl meaning and symbolism
From sacred guardians to feared omens, owls occupy a unique space in human imagination. This section explores the deeper meanings behind their mysterious presence across cultures.
Owls as guardians of wisdom
Across cultures, owls are powerful symbols of wisdom. In Ancient Greece, the little owl was sacred to Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war. Its presence near the Acropolis and its depiction on coins and military emblems reflected both spiritual insight and practical protection. The Romans adopted the symbol through Minerva, and traces of this survive in modern languages: in Finnish and Swedish, the owl is still named after Minerva.
Among the Creek Indians of North America, the great horned owl symbolized divine wisdom and was used by medicine men in ceremonies. Some wore stuffed owls on their arms or heads to channel spiritual guidance. Even in Japan, the Ainu revered the Blakiston’s fish owl as kotan kor kamuy – the “god of the village,” protector and guardian of the people.
Owls as harbingers of death
In many cultures, owls are feared as omens of death or misfortune. Among the Kikuyu of Kenya, seeing or hearing an owl foretells death in the family. In central India, a perched owl is believed to bring misfortune unless the home or its value is offered to Brahmins.
In Mesoamerican traditions, owls served as messengers of death. The Aztec god Mictlantecuhtli was accompanied by owls, and a common saying persists in Mexico: “Cuando el tecolote canta, el indio muere” (“When the owl sings, the Indian dies”). Among the Ashochimi Indians of California, the visit of a white owl prompts a council to determine whether the spirit demands a life or a gift.
Jewish folklore holds that the cry of a barn owl can kill infants, and families pour water into the courtyard to distract it. Several Native American tribes also associate owls with the dead. The Newuk believed virtuous souls became great horned owls, while the wicked became barn owls. The Pima placed owl feathers in the hands of the dying, and Sierra tribes believed owls escorted souls to the underworld.
Owls as spirits of the night
Owls’ eerie cries, forward-facing eyes, and silent nocturnal flight have inspired stories of supernatural transformation. In the Sahaptin tale, the screech owl is a child-snatching spirit who nearly captures two children until they outwit her. In “The Owl Girl,” a child who prefers the dark transforms into an owl after chasing a mouse, her flat face and haunting call explained through myth.
In Mesoamerican belief, the barn owl is not just a death omen but the animal counterpart of witches. Among the Hopi, owls are associated with sorcery and taboo. Stories from the Southern U.S. feature anthropomorphic owls: jealous, vengeful, and speaking human language. In one, a great horned owl beats a hunter for allegedly pursuing his owl-wife.
Owls as tricksters and fools
Not all owls are wise. In some stories, they are proud and easily deceived. In an Ainu tale, an owl is tricked by a rat into sliding down a tree onto a hidden gimlet, and as a peace offering, the rat gives him a cap – explaining the owl’s crown of feathers.
In a Muskhogean fable, an owl captures a perch, but the fish begs to sing first. As the owl dances, the perch escapes. In Ashochimi rituals, villagers appease the visiting owl spirit with offerings, then eat the food themselves. Folklore often shows that while owls may seem powerful, they can be tricked, bribed, or mocked.
Owls as hunters’ allies
In some cultures, owls are guides and allies to hunters. Among the Mopan and Q’eqchi’ of Central America, the cry of a great horned owl signals the presence of game like gibnut. In one tale, an owl tells an orphan where a bear is hiding and urges him to inform the kindest hunter.
These helpful owls contrast sharply with their image as omens, suggesting a complex duality: feared in the home, but welcomed in the forest. However, even when helpful, owls are not always friendly—the same owl that guides a hunter may later reveal his wife’s betrayal.
Owls in magic and folk practice
People across the world have turned to owls for magical protection, ritual power, and symbolic warnings. In Nepal, owl feathers are placed in roofs, owl heads hung above doors, and owl bones worn as necklaces to protect against evil. In medieval Europe, owls were symbols of plague, mourning, and uncleanliness – and at times used as anti-Semitic caricatures.
The owl’s name and image have left cultural imprints, too. In revolutionary France, Royalist rebels were called Chouans after the brown owl’s call. In German barns, triangular openings (Eulenflucht) were built to invite owls to hunt mice. In Austria and Italy, tame owls with clipped wings were kept in gardens to control pests.
Owls appear across literature and ritual as both protectors and predators. Their meanings shift with context: they are divine, demonic, foolish, or wise. Through this tangled symbolism, owls remain some of the most haunting and enduring figures in human myth.
Owls in real life
Despite the rich mythology surrounding owls – as wise guardians, omens of death, or spirits of the night, the real birds are shaped more by biology than by magic. Many of the traits that inspired legends can be explained by their physical adaptations and behaviors.
Owls are nocturnal hunters with forward-facing eyes, giving them a human-like gaze. Their ability to fly in near silence, due to specialized feather structure, adds to their ghostly presence. Their calls, from haunting hoots to screeches and whistles, are often loud and sudden, especially when heard at night, which likely explains their association with warnings and fear.
Their heads rotate up to 270 degrees not because of supernatural ability, but due to extra neck vertebrae and an efficient vascular system. This eerie motion has long fascinated and unsettled observers.
In ecological terms, owls are vital predators. Species like the little owl and barn owl help control rodent populations, which explains why they were once welcomed into barns and gardens. Their solitary behavior and elusiveness further contributed to their mystery, making them seem wise, aloof, or watchful.
Some traits attributed to owls, like transformation, prophecy, or connection to the afterlife, have no scientific basis. But the widespread reverence and fear reflect how deeply owls have captured human attention. In the wild, they are neither monsters nor messengers, but highly specialized birds whose adaptations happen to mirror many of the qualities humans project onto the unknown.
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