A gentle evening breeze whispers through the tall trees of the forest. On a gnarled branch stands an old tree, home to a family of owls and owlets. The mother owl looks down with love and affection at the smallest of the owlets beside her. The owlet, looking up at its mother expectantly, holds out a small paw curiously, perhaps asking a question or searching for a reassuring gesture. The sky behind them is a warm and inviting shade of orange, illuminated by the setting sun, and the ivy climbing up the tree has a dappled pattern of green, white and brown. The bark of the tree is a deep chocolate, and the leaves are a brilliant green. The owl's feathers have a mix of white and blue, while the owlets are a bright orange-brown. Finally, their eyes shine golden in the twilight, a reminder of the wisdom all of them possess.