When I was little we had a Barn Owl that has been hit by a truck. Had its wing broken. My dad splinted it and it lived in our dinning room for 8 weeks. It about gave my mom fits. When it was well we turned it loose. My mom thougt its eating habits were gross. of course my did had me trapping mice all over the country. When we got a live one it was cool to watch him eat it. We called him Hoover.