Back in the 60’s my father worked for Hughes in Culver City.
The plant had a dirt cliff in the parking lot and burrowing owls lived there.
I know it was wrong. I know NOW it was wrong.
But he caught a young owl and brought it home.
My memory of this … I was very little, less than 10 years old.
But I remember we had to release it, it did not take to captivity.
I do remember the interaction between the owl “uncle Howard” and our Siamese cat.
Cat stairs at bird with evil intentions.
Bird clacks beak in menacing manner.
Cat decided it is late for an important meeting.