One time years ago when my father worked for a Birds of Prey rehabilitation center he brought home Daisy the Barn Owl. (She had been imprinted at birth and was thus a resident of the center) It was after a meeting late at night so he took her out to show our dog. My dad being a goof let her stretch her wing and then she hooted at the dog.

His response (which let us know we’d definitely be safe from a home invasion) was to tear ass into my parents bedroom where my mother was sleeping and shit himself.

Dad got in trouble for that one…Daisy was cool but the screech owls he’d bring home on the weekends sometimes were the best.