"Okay! Okay, wait your turn!" Kermit stands on the middle of the owlery, covered with owls and feathers and poop.

"Mortimer—Mortimer, you've already had your share, let Millie have a chomp!" he scolds one oversized owl, shooing him away from his cupped hand full of seed, and he's replaced by an even bigger, fluffier owl. "Cristela, are you sure this is on your diet?"

It's important to note that Kermit neither owns an owl nor knows any of these owls personally. But he sure is enjoying the company.