According to my brother I’m not the best at telling stories, so you’ll have to bare with me. I’m 21 years old, but I was 13 when this happened. I live on a ranch in Nevada with my parents and grandparents, and my brother of course.
He’s three years younger than me, and for privacy reasons I’ll name him Tim. We are Native American of the Shoshone tribe, and my family has owned this ranch for decades.
My parents and my brother and I are Christian, but my grandparents still hold to their older traditions. This shows the obvious counter information that I get from my parents vs. my grandparents about the world and such.
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I had to be only 4 when this happened. I lived in the countryside neighboring a very small fenced in pasture that went from a stream engulfed by brush to the road(about 150ft or so). I remember jumping on my trampoline in my backyard about 30ft away from the stream when a storm came rolling in. My parents let me stay outside because I loved jumping in the rain. I started hearing thunder and saw a couple flashes of lightning in the distance. I was having the time of my life.
I was facing the stream and as I turned to face the road, lightning flashed and I saw it.
It was perched on the last fence post closest to the road. It had shiny black feathers that looked smooth to the touch. It took me a minute to realize that the thing I was looking at was some sort of bird because I had never seen or heard of one that big in my life. I looked at it, and it looked at me. It felt like an eternity but it had to be only a couple of minutes. Then with a flash of lightning and a crackle of thunder it flew away.
I ran inside and told my parents but they never really believed me. Years later I was doing a project on different native legend or something along those lines, when I saw a picture of the Thunderbird. Instantly the memories of seeing that giant bird came back to me. I told others but they never believed me. I know what I saw, and it was Thunderbird.