"You don't want to know Liz. You should of been with us in Cardiff for the space whale." Owen's about to give Liz a good pat on the back and soon a sparrow accidentally finds itself flying into his face. He swats at the little bird that's knocked to the ground. "Drunk on seeds are we Tweety?" He kneels down to scoop the stunned sparrow up from the ground and he grimaces. "And, please don't have some strange bird flu to pass down."

He tosses the bird back into the air that flies a bit strangely from it's other little friends. "Right, it's something in the seed." Owen wonders for a bit and he glances at the people. "That's because it's not alive so hence the lack of running. You can eat fish Liz." Owen tells her and he's just used the books to rest beer on instead of reading them.

He's feeling a bit of an ass today and that's fairly normal for the doctor but today its Owen being more Owenish.