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[The video call comes around twilight, and the phone seems to be propped against a rock or something. Drizzt is nearby, a low fire crackling in a shallow fire pit surrounded by rocks. Saddled up against the rocks is a small pot and steam can be seen rising from it.

More interesting is what Drizzt is doing as the feed starts. Perched on his gloved hand is a clearly adolescent Great Horned Owl. It's flight feathers are only just beginning to grow in, and Drizzt is feeding it strips of flesh from a rabbit carcass nearby.]

The wildlife here is not unlike my home. This one's parents were taken by predators before he was ready to feed himself, but such is the way of nature.

[There's no hint of sadness in his voice, but rather awe. Nature, is, in fact, a wondrous thing, even when seeing the darker side.]

I have a home in mind for this one, as he is approaching that age where training is necessary and while I am able to feed, I am no birder.

[He smiles fondly at the fledgling has he eagerly swallows the meat he's being given.]

Have any others here had success in rearing animals native to this place? I know of animals coming with arrivals, but I have not heard of successes with the locals.