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First published in the USA by Scholastic Inc 2003
First published in Great Britain as The Capture by HarperCollins Childrenâs Books 2006
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CHAPTER ONE
A Nest Remembered
âNoctus, can you spare a bit more down, darling? I think our third little one is about to arrive. That egg is beginning to crack.â
âNot again!â sighed Kludd.
âWhat do you mean, Kludd, not again? Donât you want another little brother?â his father said. There was an edge to his voice.
âOr sister?â His mother sighed the low soft whistle Barn Owls sometimes used.
âIâd like a sister,â Soren peeped up.
âYou just hatched out two weeks ago.â Kludd turned to Soren, his younger brother. âWhat do you know about sisters?â
Maybe, Soren thought to himself, they would be better than brothers. Kludd seemed to have resented him since the moment he had first hatched.
âYou really wouldnât want them arriving just when youâre about to begin branching,â Kludd said dully. Branching was the first step, literally, towards flight. The young owlets would begin by hopping from branch to branch and flapping their wings.
âNow, now, Kludd!â his father admonished. âDonât be impatient. Thereâll be time for branching. Remember, you wonât have your flight feathers for at least another month or more.â
Soren was just about to ask what a month was when he heard a crack. The owl family all seemed to freeze. To any other forest creature the sound would have been imperceptible. But Barn Owls were blessed with extraordinary hearing.
âItâs coming!â Sorenâs mother gasped. âIâm so excited.â She sighed again and looked rapturously at the pure white egg as it rocked back and forth. A tiny hole appeared and from it protruded a small spur.
âThe egg tooth, by Glaux!â Sorenâs father exclaimed.
âMine was bigger wasnât it, Da?â Kludd shoved Soren aside for a better look, but Soren crept back up under his fatherâs wing.
âOh, I donât know, son. But isnât it a pretty, glistening little point? Always gives me a thrill. Such a tiny little thing pecking its way into the big wide world. Ah! Bless my gizzard, the wonder of it all.â
It did indeed seem a wonder. Soren stared at the hole that now began to split into two or three cracks. The egg shuddered slightly and the cracks grew longer and wider. He had done this himself just two weeks ago. This was exciting.
âWhat happened to my egg tooth, Mum?â
âIt dropped off, stupid,â Kludd said.
âOh,â Soren said quietly. His parents were so absorbed in the hatching that they didnât reprimand Kludd for his rudeness.
âWhereâs Mrs P? Mrs P?â his mother said urgently.