Owl Narrative

Leap Of Faith

As I was glaring at the Mountain from my dirty, rugged nest I wondered what life would be like if I could fly and see the world myself. I was only a baby and I hadn’t learned to fly yet, I had to be a bit older says my mum(Mum Owl). I live high up in the tree with my mum and brother. I was feeling really sad that I could not fly but one day I would.

“Come over here baby owl now is the time you are going to fly” Squeeks Mum Owl

“Ok i'll be right there” I said with a happy tone.

I can’t believe it, I'm gonna learn to fly

At this point I was really nervous because I have never left this twig filled nest and this is like my sanctuary, My home. I looked down and saw that leaf’s that covered most of the floor and fallen branches that Mum Owl used to sit on.

“Are you ready?” Says Mum Owl in a happy tone.

“I Don’t need to fly Mum who needs to fly?” says Baby Owl in a nervous, shaky voice.

I gathered up courage to jump but I started to panic mid air and flapped my wings like I was getting taken. Boom! I hit the ground.

When I woke up it was hard to do anything so I just stayed on the twig filled floor. After I got better I was feeling disappointed in myself because I wanted to show my family that I could do fly but I couldn’t. It was just another boring day staring at the mountain from the nest.

“Get up” Shouted Mum Owl as she gestured me to come with her. I got up and ran with her to the edge of the nest.

“Now what you need to do is rotate your wings” As Mum Owl was showing me

“Like this” As I Copied.

I was ready and nothing could stop me. All the adrenaline in my body was telling me to go. I tucked myself into a ball and ran as fast as I could. I jumped. A second later I flapped my wings. I looked at the floor thinking I was gonna fall again but to my surprise I wasn’t. I will never forget the freedom I felt on that day. The wind breathing on my feathers. This was the happiest I’ve ever been.

“Thank you Mum Owl” I shouted as I was flying towards the mountain that I had been gazing at everyday. “Freedom!” I cried as I was landing. I could see my nest in the tree from the mountain. From that day forward I learnt that if things don’t go your way just get back up and try again because it might work.

Moral: Always try again if you don’t get something your first time.  

This is my Owl Narrative that I wrote yesterday. I had to pretend that I was a baby owl taking my first flight. I had fun writing this because I liked pretending that I was a fling bird.