Several years ago when I lived in Polo Run apartments, right by the green-way; my next door neighbor came pounding on my door yelling about a "Demon". Long story short, he had never seen an owl before and didn't know what it was. I had to calm him down (Later had to show him pictures from my encyclopedia it was that long ago). We watched the owl for awhile and then started talking to each other when the next thing I knew the owl had taken off from the branch it was siting on and was coming straight for us. It was amazing! It slowly flapped it's huge wings and then turned and flew off into the woods. We ran into each other like some kind of 1930's comedy bit but didn't get to far before the owl was long gone.
My sister's brother lives in the middle of nowhere. The Guardians of the Galaxy couldn't find their house. Every night they hear what they call the "unworldly screeching" of not one or two, but a whole Parliament of Owls. His family is used to it now, but its a nightly thing for them and there is nothing they can do about it.
OK, did you have to Google the term for a grouping of owls?
Once this is in the rear view mirror, take a trip to the Carolina Raptor Center in Huntersville. It’s a rehab center for injured and orphaned raptors.