"Male, I believe," Marcus said. "He's exceptionally gentle, as owls go, or at least that's been what Poppy's told me."
"He seems to be," Angus said, watching the bird fly upstairs.
"Where in the world.." Marcus frowned.
"I think he's looking for Poppy," Angus said. Angus whistled again for the bird, and the bird fluttered back to Angus. "Let's go find her, shall we?" he talked to the bird, stroking the bird's feathers gently. He walked downstairs, and the bird saw Poppy and went over and perched on the bedknob on the headboard of the bed--the place the bird seemed to feel was closest to Poppy. The bird's feathers seemed to be ruffled now, as if the bird sensed that Poppy wasn't herself. Angus soothed the bird a bit, and he seemed to settle and appeared to want to just sit on the bedknob and wait.
Angus went back upstairs and accio'd a couple of steel food and water cups for Nyx's perch, scrubbed them and then filled them with food and water for Nyx and took them downstairs and attached them to the perch.
At that moment, Evan arrived with Tara and the four girls. The girls were in a big hurry to get downstairs to Poppy, but Angus held them up.
"Now hold on. Just a minute," Angus said. "She's had emergency surgery this afternoon, and she's downstairs sleeping. Do not wake her up, or I'll zip your lips shut. Understand me?"
"Don't ask if he'd really do it because I've seen him do it," Marcus said.
"I'll take our bag upstairs," Tara told Evan, and all four girls headed downstairs--quietly.
"Anything I can do to help?" Evan asked.
"Not that I know of," Angus said.
"We did not make the girls do their homework like we normally do, so they will need to do that,:" Evan said.
"That's fine. Maybe when they settle a little, we can get them to do that," Angus said. "I think Aria will have supper ready on time, so I'm guessing that as soon as Sam and Victor get off work in a bit, we'll be able to eat."