Just wanted to throw in an owl story. A friend of mine was taking care of an injured great horned owl, and I loved to vist "Earl" every chance I got. Horned Owls are pretty big. We'd feed him a ground squirrel or something that one of her friends had collected for the owl, and then stand back and gaze at him, as he did the same to us, with his pair of tea-saucer sized eyes, hissing, snapping, and clicking his beak at us as soon as we turned to go. He was beautiful. He did get better, though, and was then released back into the woods to snag his own critters.
He sure was something.