Tiffany made her way up to the owlery, her deep brown eyes glistening with tears. She wiped them away. The last thing she needed now was any attention. She caught a glimpse of a large, grey owl sitting nearer to the window. It seemed capable of the long journey. Tiffany tied her letter to it's leg. "This is for my dad," She whispered. She watched it fly till it was out of sight, before she turned around to leave. For the first time, she caught sight of all the other people in the owlery. Some were stroking their owls, feeding them. This reminded her of her turtle (Tiffany still hadn't thought of a name for it) She made a mental note to feed him as soon as possible. Nodding at the owl-owners, Tiffany left the owlery feeling slightly more cheerfull.