The Capture

regular intervals," Jutt continued.

    Now it was Jatt turn again. Their timing seemed perfect. Soren felt they had given this speech many times. "Also, at regular intervals, you shall hear the alarm. At the sound, all owlets in the glaucidium are required to begin the sleep march."

    "During the sleep march," Jutt resumed, "you march, repeating your old name over and over and over again. When the second alarm sounds, you halt where you are. Repeat your number designation one time, and one time only, and assume the sleep position once more."

    Both owls next spoke at once in an awesome thrum. "Now, sleep!"

    Soren tried to sleep. He really did try. Maybe Finny, he meant Auntie, would believe him. But there was just something in his gizzard, a little twinge, that seemed to make sleep impossible. It was almost as if the shine of the full moon that sprayed its light over half the glaucidium became a sharp silver needle stabbing through his skull and going straight to his gizzard. Perhaps he had a very sensitive gizzard like his da. But in this case he wasn't "tasting" the sweet grass the meadow mouse had feasted on. He was tasting dread.

    Soren was not sure how long it was before the alarm sounded but it was soon time for his first sleep march. Repeating his name over and over, he followed the owls in his group and now moved into the shadow of the overhang of the arch. "Ah," Soren sighed. The stabbing feeling in his skull ceased. His gizzard grew still. And Soren became more alert, the proper state for an owl who lived in the night. He looked about him. The little Spotted Owl named Hortense stood next to him. "Hortense?" Soren said.
    She stared at him blankly and began tapping her feet as if to move.

    A sleep monitor swooped down. "Whatcha marching in place for, 12-8? Assume the sleeping position."

    Hortense immediately tipped her beak up, her head slightly back, but there was no moon to shine down upon it in the shadow of the rock. Soren, also in the sleep position, slid his eyes toward her. Curious, he thought. She responded to her number name but not her old name, except to move her feet. Still unable to sleep in this newfangled position, Soren twisted his head about to survey the stone arch. Through the other side of the arch, he caught sight of Gylfie, but too late. The alarm sounded, a high, piercing shriek.
    Before he knew it, he was being pushed along as thousands of owls began to move. Within seconds, there was an indescribable babble as each owl repeated its old name over and over again.

    It became clear to Soren that they were following the path of the moon around the glaucidium. There were, however, so many owls that they could not all be herded under the full shine of the moon at the same time. Therefore, some were allowed an interval under the overhang of the rock arch. Perhaps he and Gylfie, since they had wound up before at the arch at the same time, could meet there again. He was determined to get close to Gylfie the next time.

    But that would take three more times. Three more times of blathering his name into the moonlit night.
    Three more times of feeling the terrible twinge in his gizzard. "12-1, tip that beak up!" It was a sleep monitor. He felt a thwack to the side of his head. Hortense was still next to him. She mumbled, "12-8, what a lovely name that is. 12-8, perfect name. I love twos and fours and eights. So smooth."

    "Hortense," Soren whispered softly. Her talons might have just vaguely begun to stir on the floor, but other than that, nothing. "Hort! Horty!" He tried, but the little Spotted Owl was lost in some dreamless sleep.

    Finally, Soren was back under the arch and quickly moved over to the other side, which connected to the
    neighboring glaucidium. The sleep monitors had just barked out the command, "Now, sleep!"

    Suddenly, Gylfie was there. The tiny Elf Owl swung her head toward Soren. "They're moon blinking us,"
    she whispered.

CHAPTER FIVE

    Moon Blinking

    What?" It felt so good to say a whh sound that Soren almost missed the answer.

    "Didn't your parents tell you about the dangers of sleeping under the full shine?"

    "What is 'full shine'?" Soren asked.

    "When did you hatch out?"

    "Three weeks ago, I think. Or so my parents told me." But again, Soren was not really sure what a week was.

    "Ah, that explains it. And in Tyto there are great trees, right?" Gylfie asked.

    "Oh, yes. Many, and thick with beautiful fir needles and spruce cones and leaves that turn golden and