"She is very quick," Kate laughed. "I have wondered if she sees things so quickly because of her Labrador tendencies. I'll have to ask Robert. As best as I can guess, though, some wizard must have smuggled a pair of pygmy owls to England. And how this little boy got here, I have no idea. Abbey, where did you find him?"
"He falled out of a tree and go'd boom!" she said. Kate fed the owl one of the worms Jessie had, and that seemed to solve part of the problem.
"His tummy is pretty tiny at this age," Kate said, as Angus came into the kitchen.
"Where's that come from?" Angus frowned.
"I finded him, Aggie!' Abbey piped up. "He's hurted."
"Well, if he's hurt, then your gam is the best person to fix him. Did you see his mum?"
"No. But I see'd a kitty watching him. I think he wanted to eat him."
"Well, you were probably right," Angus told her.
"I did good?" she asked him.
"Yes, you did a very good thing by bringing him to your gam."
"Wait, what did she bring to..." Robert came in, looking for tea and heard the discussion. He looked over to see what Kate had. "Oh, no. It's another food sack with eyes." Kate laughed.
"Huh?" Angus looked at Robert.
"At this stage, that's about all baby owls are. Constantly empty food sacks with great big eyes. They don't really ever seem to get enough food at this age. I think I'm going to name this little bloke Jackie--for obvious reasons," Kate replied, and Robert laughed out loud.
"Very fitting," Robert agreed. "Except he isn't going to be a very big owl."
"No, he's going to be quite tiny indeed," Kate said. "But he seems to be an intelligent little boy, so he would make a fine little companion for someone when he gets older. He'll be just the right size to sit on someone's shoulder. How'd your check up go with Nigel, Dear?"
"Pretty good. Bandages are gone, and he's gone to sports tape to give more support to the shoulder," Angus said.
"That is good news indeed. So now, swimming, cooking and a few of the lighter chores are back on your list and some of the other things you love. No weight training or rock climbing, though. And you might not be running a sailboat by yourself, but there are a lot of other things you can do again now," Robert said.
"Robert, Jackie here has a broken wing. Help me get the bones just right?" Kate asked.
"Of course," he told her. "Let's go see to him and get him a room at the inn."
"Jessie, will you get one of the small bird of prey cages fixed up for this little one? He can't fly yet, so he doesn't need a big one. He'll need soft warm bedding and water, of course, and he'll need one of those artificial tree trunk nests." Kate had fashioned some artificial nests for some birds by making some fake tree trunks with a hole in them for putting some soft feathers and nesting material inside of, much like a natural hole in a tree that a bird might find.
Edward finally made it downstairs, clean and refreshed. He poured himself some coffee and saw the baby owl.
"Oh, I see the Lupin Veterinary Clinic is open for business. He's a handsome little fellow," Edward said.
"He's Jacky!" Abbey nodded.
"Someone named him Jack?" Edward laughed.
"Jackie because he's a bottomless pit--like someone else we know," Kate said.