Securing the parchment back around the bird's leg, her fingers weren’t quick enough to escape another peck from the irritated owl, this time drawing blood. She saw a single drop splash on the parchment as the bird took off and disappeared through the still-open window. It was such a small cut that the skin was pulled together with a small wave of her hand. Mentally assessing the paperwork remaining on her desk, she decided that remainder could be finished tomorrow from home. 