Peering into the gap, the teacher spotted feathers. Then movement. Something was breathing beneath the roofing sheet, curled up and hidden.
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With the help of another staff member, they carefully lifted the panel. Beneath it was a large injured owl, dazed but alive. It had likely crashed or been forced down by a storm, and crawled in for shelter.
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The vultures hadn’t attacked. They had protected it. Surrounded it. Kept it safe.