"Yeah, except Errol at least knew how to stick the crash landing," Harry pointed out, settling Ron's owl into the palm of his hand. From the number of things clutched in its talons, it was a wonder Pigwidgeon hadn't wiped out somewhere near the Rook or even farther afield. Spotting the picture of a white sandy beach and skyline staring up at him, Harry seized the postcard along with whatever was under it and flipped Pig a gold coin, even as Ginny started to protest.