Wendy Hall walked up to an open-air enclosure housing two ravens, a female and a male. The female squawked. The male sat on a wooden board - motionless - with its beak poking through the cage.
"Hello, baby, are you all right? Are you all right, sweetheart?" Hall said to Ricky, the male. She rubbed Ricky's beak. "Oh, my big boy. What’s the matter, baby?"