Vickers opened the door to the Owlery with Dolly's food bag in hand. He stared up at the silo-like interior and the little nooks where the owls would lodge themselves when they sleep or groom themselves. With he exception of the general shape it almost feels like the aviary he has at home. "Dolly..." he called out for his pet cockatoo. There was an awful lot of white owls from where he stood and was a little difficult to pick out his own umbrella cockatoo.