Surprisingly, this bird does not hunt mere rodents and hares, but is also known to dine on pheasants, foxes and small deer.
Her body beneath the thick, soft feathers, was quite sturdy, and her talons and beak were more than capable of tearing into prey. (I kept careful watch on my nose and fingers, though Hazel was very unconcerned about my delicate appendages and quite tame as she perched on my arm).
As we were expected at Edinburgh Castle in time for the one o'clock firing of the canon and a slightly late lunch, I did not spend as much time with the owl as I would have liked, but this was a fascinating experience. How close have you ever been to a bird of prey?