This month, London got its own owl cafe for just under a week. For a mere £20, visitors could drink smoothies (previous plans to involve alcohol were axed) and experience “two hours of unique owl indulgence” – which, as far as we can tell involved looking at owls, taking photos with owls, and learning facts about owls.
Now, we’re not suggesting that there was any mistreatment of the owls – lots of handlers were in attendance, and profits went aid of an owl sanctuary. Attendees were also apparently “briefed on why owls are not suitable as pets”.
No, we’re just saying they don’t seem to be having a very good time.
Take this little guy:
Is he enjoying having a selfie taken? About as much as Liam from One Direction.
This is just a job to him. No more.
Then there’s this owl, who they’re trying to trick into thinking is in the wild using a projection of some beautiful trees:
Did she buy it?
Did she hell. You’re looking at one disillusioned owl right now.
This owl dealt with the whole situation with a healthy dollop of side-eye:
“These chumps have paid £20 just to watch me sneer at them.”
This owl doesn’t know these people and feels pretty awkward about it:
In fact, the happiest owl on the premises was not even a real owl:
All the humans had a lovely time.
Images: Annie the Owl.
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