Not Quite Ready

I feel like I am a good owl. I am Kay's protector and friend because I love her and it makes me happy. My sister painfully reminds me that I was also once a bully. Not only did I wince at her abnormally large egg tooth, but I also kicked her out of the nest.
It was getting crowded in there. My temper and tolerance for others were short that day. I sat down, put my feet against her back, and gave her and her nose a big shove out of the nest. She hit the ground hard and was frightened. It was cruel of me. She wasn't ready to fly.