Falcon Wild

Falcon Wild — page 9
Two In my tree house I curl up on my red-tailed-hawk bedspread bedspread At least I think it’s supposed to be a redtail but the colors on the terminal band are all wrong even for a hawk that’s molting I try not to let the obvious error bother me Grandma Barritt bought it for me and she doesn’t know much about birds Mom Dad and Aunt Amy are having a conference in the house which I’m sure has something to do with my doctor visit yesterday I can practically hear my apprenticeship apprenticeship gasping a dying breath My only goal in life besides having a normal sleepover with real friends has been to get my apprentice license as soon as I turn fourteen Aunt Amy is a falconer and I am going to be her apprentice Though I’m pretty sure falconers don’t get bitten in front of a crowd of people because they weren’t paying attention A knock on the door Dad climbs up through the trapdoor trapdoor in my floor When he stands he has to stoop under the low ceiling He sighs flicks his dark braid off his 12