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Today we went to a Falconry Centre as a way of distracting ourselves from waiting for the baby. This is 'Bruno', a tiny little owl. No, I mean, it actually is called a Little Owl. A bit personal really, if you ask me. Anyway, he was a bonny little thing chattering and eating raw chicken from the gloved hands of a group of school children who were also visiting. The sight of baby chicks being ripped from limb to limb in front of them didn't seem to phase them at all.