Can you tell us how you caught that owl? I'm sure it was under some unique circumstance, but in my mind I see you talking to your wife at the breakfast table early in the morning over coffee and toast. Then, you stop talking in mid sentence and hold up your finger for silence. Right as your wife says, "What the hell?" with a puzzled look upon her face, you knock over your chair as you leap up from the breakfast nook and rush to the back patio. She hears you stammer, "Not today, owl" as you wrench open the door, take two running steps and launch yourself in a Superman-in-flight fashion over the deck railing. You catch the haughty Boreal Owl in mid flight as it is buzzing your property. You tuck the owl like a football, rotate in midair to land on your left shoulder and roll out your landing in a sage bush. You stand up, hold the owl triumphantly above your head for all to see and calmly remark, "no undocumented fauna on my property" just before you snapchat a picture to the game warden and Peyton Manning that pest over into the neighbor's airspace.