A steep hill called BREDVIKSBERGET lay on my road. I climbed it with a great effort and, towards the top, found ravens’ and crows’ wings and hares’ feet etc. in the crevices. I said to my companion: “Look, an owl has had a nest here”. Having ascended a little further and reached the next rock crevice – behold! I caught sight of 2 of them in a cave. Their eyes shone like fire and the irises held a light that had no external source, like rotten wood or fish or glow-worms. They were as big as small geese and, as I did not dare touch these owlets with my hands, I poked them with a stick. Only then could I see that they were almost fully fledged chicks even though they could not fly.