Wings spread as I soar. Leaving my clutch safe in the cave. I need to fly to find food for myself and my new soon to be hatchlings, my babys. I soar far no fields full of food in sight. The apples I would take no longer fill the field close to home, so I must soar farther, and farther still. A sudden pain envelopes my left wing. The cold air beginning to sting. Suddenly I begin plummet through the...