I was the firstborn in the nest. Two days later, my sister hatched. Her egg tooth (we're all born with this, it helps us crack through the egg) was very large. I winced at the sight of her. Mother assured me that the baby owlet was fine and would grow into her face.
My siblings and I don't see each other often. Years can go by without me hearing them hoot from a faraway tree. I like them enough. We don't keep in touch simply because it's not in our nature to do so. But when I do see her, it is without a doubt that she is my sister. She never grew into her face.