Four little Blossoms at Brookside Farm - Tim And Angi

146 Four Little Blossoms at Brookside Farm
"I'm standing over it," said Meg, "so the
thing can't get away."
Meg, you see, was frightened, but not too
frightened to be interested and curious about a
strange animal.
"I'm sure it's an animal, 'cause it moves," she
told Jud, as she stood aside to let him look in the
hole.
Jud put his hand in the hole—it was an old
dead tree and hollow at the top—and drew out
something soft
and fluffy.
"Just as I thought," he chuckled. "It's a
baby owl."
"Oh, how cunning," cried Meg, coming closer
and venturing to put a finger on the bunch of
feathers. "But what a funny face, Jud!"
Indeed the baby owl looked like a very young
and foolish monkey as it
rolled its
head and stared aimlessly.
sat in Jud's hands and
"He's pretty near blind," Jud explained.
"In
the daytime owls can hardly see at all. I sus-
Want to hold
pect there's a nest in this old tree.
it for me while I feel?"
Meg was certainly not afraid of a baby owl.