One day, quite by accident, he discovered that he could fly. Not wanting to appear a show-off to the others, he suppressed his ability. One bright spring day, the kind that stirs the heart to optimism, a visitor joined the family of chickens. The mother eagle, after a daring nocturnal escape from her captors, had returned to the spot where she had last seen her egg. She saw the chickens, and among them she beheld her magnificent son. She was welcomed by the group, and told her story. At first, the mother chicken was hesitant to accept the fact that the eaglet was not her own, but then she acknowledged the obvious truth. Ironically, because he was approaching adulthood, neither the hen nor the eagle could claim control over him much longer.
The mother eagle noted that her son's behaviors were those of a chicken and she spoke to him of eagle life - of soaring and swooping and pensive moments for reflection in the aeries.
"Ultimately," she said, "the choice is yours Son.'