My family rescued a baby barn owl when I was a kid. He fell from a nest in the rafters of an old cotton mill. We took him to the Carolina Raptor Center in Charlotte, where he grew into a healthy adult -- save for a constant head-cocking tic. Needless to say, they did not release him into the wild. He became one of their beloved mascots.
This has to be one of the wisest looking animals I've ever seen. If he could talk, I bet he'd say: "Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail." This owl's name is Ralph Waldo Emerson. So he's sort of a big deal.