Spring seemed to stretch out forever and Blake knew that he was changing as well. He visited Goldenclaw three times a day; morning, during his lunch break and in the evening. It was when he was visiting Goldenclaw at lunch when he finally got caught!

He was throwing pieces of his ham sandwich into the air and Goldenclaw was doing fancy swoops and catching it in her beak when he heard a gasp and someone say “Blake is that’s a . . .” Blake turned around his face as white as the small yoghurt he had eaten earlier. He tried to speak but his mouth wouldn’t form the words. So instead he tried to hide the eagle but she just flew onto his shoulder and glared at Dylan Hunter (for he was the boy) for interrupting her game. “Blake,” stuttered Dylan, “what are you doing with this golden eagle.” For once Blake was lost for words but finally he said “Her name is Goldenclaw.” “Whatever her name is, why didn’t you tell me about her?”asked Dylan, stepping back as she lashed out with her beak. Blake was shocked. That was not what he had expected him to say. Before he could say anything Dylan carried on. “I thought I was your friend but it seems that I’m not.”
”Please will you keep her a secret !”said Blake in despair. “I don’t know Blake. Sorry.”said Dylan before turning and running back through the forest. Blake stared after him feeling three parts of his life lip away from him; his friendship with Dylan, Dylan’s trust and most importantly, Goldenclaw.

After school that evening, Aunt Agatha and Blake tried to think of a way to protect Goldenclaw but eventually Agatha said, “I’m sorry Blake but we’ll have to move her.”