Disclaimer: I don't own The Labyrinth, no matter how many times I attempt to wish myself away. I'm also not making a cent of profit from this; its merely for the funzys.
Snowy Owl - Bubo scandiacus
The Raptor Rescue Center was absurdly loud for 5am; the sun hadn't even risen over the mountain yet and the main building was an orchestra of various calls and hoots.
Standing out from the cacophony of sound was the shrieking of the one-winged Snowy Owl who'd become the sanctuaries mascot when she opened the door; the tinkling of the little bell on the handle being the bane of the great birds existence.
"Morning Sarah." A short, balding man from behind the desk called out when he heard her enter, not even bothering to look up.
"Morning Mike," she leaned over the counter, careful not to jostle the new owls box as she handed the man her keys. "Can you go grab the guys out of my backseat? I found an injured Barn owl on the way here and I wanna take him straight to Maggie to get checked out."
He took the cluttered key-chain from her without a second thought, rolling is chair back to stand. "Not a problem."
"Thanks. The Screech is in the box to the far left; and she's been trying to squeeze out the holes. You might wanna get her put up first and come back for the others."
He merely shot her a jaunty salute as he made his way out the door, causing the one winged bird to screech in disgruntlement again.
Note: I've been listening to remixes of classic rock and getting my new laptop set up all day; so sorry no updates sooner. THAT'S RIGHT. THE NEW LAPTOP IS HERE. -dances- No more loosing entire stories I've finished and yet to post.