From the splintered trunk of an old broken tree, a fluffy gray face appears. It's a spotted owl chick, and the hungry baby bird is waiting for its parents to return with a tasty meal of mice or woodrats It's dusk in the cool, quiet evergreen forest, and the parent owls are hunting. They will soon be back, however, to check on their chick in a treetop nest. Filled with information perfectly suited to the abilities and interests of its second-grade...