Blacktail Deer Plateau Warm winds of summer's wreckage

At the end of this month, Osprey & Ty will be juvies. :o

Unlike her father's new mate, Tytonidae had an excellent memory. It was how she kept the names of all her friends neatly organized in her brain. "Sheila," she replied without missing a beat. "She big! No... that's not the right word. What's a word for bigger than big?" she asked, hoping Peregrine would come up with a better adjective. Her father was big, but Sheila was decidedly much, much bigger. Tytonidae wondered how many Peregrines it would take to make a Sheila. Was that kind of thing even possible?

"She showed me how to eat plants. But they didn't taste like regular plants. I think she called them burieds." They had been sweet and tart and so strange compared to what Tytonidae was used to. Her usual meals were savory, warm, and bloody. Eating plants seemed absurdly ill-fitted for a wolf. She couldn't understand why anybody who could get meat would want to eat plants.