Today had been a good day. He had no mail to deliver, and no company to impress, which was good, as the day had been too humid to do much else. The night was quiet, as he expected. Until he heart a faint rustling, followed by a loud hoot. He had a visitor.
She flew in the wooden window, white wings gracefully extended. His eyes were fixated on her as she landed on the windowsill, and ruffled her feathers. She looked beautiful, more so than any sparrow or robin that fluttered around the garden, even more so than the barn owls he saw some evenings. He hopped across the room, to perch beside her on the windowsill. The breeze filtered in the window; the night was cool, refreshing after the hot day. She sidled closer, and affectionately nipped him with her beak.
Today was a very good day indeed.