
She lay there beside what was left of her mother. She was too young to understand. Clinging to her three younger siblings, they whimpered from within the rotted tree where their father left them. Another owl had come and attacked. Leaving talon marks across the white heart shaped face of their mother. The sounds which left her mouth as her life was stolen from her echoed through the night. The four offspring witnessed the entire thing and cowered deeper into the trunk of the fallen tree.
It was a cold winter night and she had no idea what to do next. She glanced over at her siblings to ensure they were okay, but the three sets of dark eyes appeared soulless. Twenty days had passed since they first hatched, and they were still very reliant on their parents. Motherless and now abandoned but not alone they lay very still.
She closed her eyes and listened for the sound of a heartbeat nearby. Owls were known for their hearing, but specifically barn owls specialized in this skill. She could tell the difference between her brothers and the mouse, no, too loud to be a mouse, the heart of the rabbit nearby. She fluffed her little wings and shifted away from the boys. She hadn’t learned to take flight yet but she worried if she did not find food for them, they would die alongside their mother. She peered out into the night sky from the hole in the wood. With one last loving glance back, she hopped out of the burrow and onto the bark. Silently she scanned the forest which surrounded them. She closed her eyes once again and listened for the ruffles of paws hopping along the freshly fallen snow. She raised her nose to the sky and inhaled, realizing this sense was useless to her. She could smell nearly nothing. She opened her eyes once again and caught a glimpse of movement along the forest floor. The rabbit she had heard was scurrying alone. She twisted her neck to follow the small creature as it maneuvered its way through the snow.
She worried her attempt at flight would fail miserably but she knew she would not be able to catch the rabbit from the ground. She hopped slightly forward testing the span of her wings. She knew the rabbit could hear her and was probably long gone by now but she would find another. She took one last hop and spread her wings preparing to fall miserably to the ground below. To her surprise the wings caught the wind and she glided across the air. Triumphant she attempted to aim her flight towards the opening of the forest, unfortunately, lack of ability caused her to crash into the first tree she passed.
That was one way to stop, she thought to herself. Brushing off the small twigs which were trapped in her wings from the crash, she heard a louder heartbeat followed by a few more quiet ones. The rabbit must have alerted its family. She knew she would not be able to capture multiple rabbits, and worried it would bring too much attention to her. She saw the mother hide her offspring in a small burrow in a bush nearby. Then the mother scampered away, appearing off, or perhaps injured. She looked between the mother and the burrow and took flight again to trail the injured mother.
Although she empathized with the little creatures who were about to become motherless, it was her hunter's instinct to pray on the weak and she would do anything to save her family. Without thinking her wings figured out what they needed to do to steer clear from the trees. She hovered ever so slightly above the rabbit and waited for her to pause. Sights locked on the rabbit now, she soared down talons and bill ready for attack. It didn’t take long, instinct took over and she was successful in her mission.
She worried she would not be strong enough to bring the rabbit back to her brothers, so she began to eat piece by piece in hopes to leave it intact enough to bring meat back for them.
By the time she managed to return with the remains, they were nowhere to be found. Filled with fear she let out a raspy squeak. No response. She knew at that moment, she was alone. No one left for her to protect but herself.



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