Blacktail Deer Plateau growing like a weed

At two and a half weeks old, Tytonidae was growing like a weed. In fact, she could hardly keep up with the changes. One minute, she was in a sea of darkness and silence. Then she was seeing light, and this morning she awoke to find that she was beginning to sense something all together different. When her parents opened their mouths, instead of just muffled nothingness coming from them, she could make out syllables. She did not know they were called this, of course, but she knew the distinction was clear. Ty was amazed and flabbergasted by it all, and yet she remained sane somehow, taking it all in with her tiny brain.

Ty was also finding strength in her legs. Slowly but surely, she was beginning to learn that she could stick them underneath to propel herself in the den faster. Ty still fell (a lot), but her grace would come later. For now, she was happy to be able to crash into her siblings at higher speeds and move about without dragging her belly on the ground all the time. With this particular development, Ty had begun escaping the den as often as possible where she could see things more clearly. Today was no different, and the charcoal girl stumbled out of the den and into the bright afternoon light.