Perfect Owl
Fiona knew she wanted an owl one day. They were such intelligent little creatures. She could not wait to have one of her own. Then one day shortly before winter break she had an idea. She could visit the owlery to visit the owls! She was sure that would be fun. She made her way to the tower and walked up the winding stairs. She came into the owlery finally. It was..loud but she expected that. In her bag she had some pieces of bacon she had snuck out of the great hall at breakfast.
To her left was an Eastern Screech Owl. She let him nibble on some bacon. He shook his head with pleasure and in thanks. While she was here she may as well take in the view. It was beautiful this high up if not a little bit chilly. She moved on with her goodies to the next owl over. It was a huge Artic owl. Her white feathers seemed to reflect the mid-morning light. She took her bacon much more delically. The next bird she feed was huge. It looked like a Great Horned Owl. She was almost afraid to go up to it the bird was so big. She did though and gave him the last her of her goods.
To her left was an Eastern Screech Owl. She let him nibble on some bacon. He shook his head with pleasure and in thanks. While she was here she may as well take in the view. It was beautiful this high up if not a little bit chilly. She moved on with her goodies to the next owl over. It was a huge Artic owl. Her white feathers seemed to reflect the mid-morning light. She took her bacon much more delically. The next bird she feed was huge. It looked like a Great Horned Owl. She was almost afraid to go up to it the bird was so big. She did though and gave him the last her of her goods.