Sanga knew what the owlet was thinking. She had thought the same thing when she had hatched. "Your shell has been broken. Soon you won't be cold, and you'll have feathers." She moved even closer, trying to give more heat to the young owl.
(Okay, what do you want your name to be Gerbil? I will annoince it.)
Azia moved closer to her little chick and Sanga who was warming her (her right?). Azia decided on names for her little chicks. She pointed at the little (girl?) girl and sai, "Her name will be Zipporah." She smiled. Then she little at the (boy?) boy. "His name will be Talon (sp?)." Then she looked at the last of HER chicks. It was another boy. "His name will be Zamir," she decided. She had thought she was done naming all of her chicks/owlings/owlets when she saw the little, light brown chick that was cuddled up between she and Sanga. "Hmmm." She couldn't decide on a name.