What is it about owls?

I absolutely adore owls, but I'm not sure why. I've got a lot of owl-related memories. Like when I was a kid and my teacher forced the whole class to go to the birdmuseum to look at stuffed birds and eggs and such, and there was this huge stuffed owl on top of one of the cabinettes. I was shopping around for an owl when I lived in England, you can keep them as pets there but you can't in Sweden. Although, I don't actually think it's recommended anywhere. And having spent a lot of time looking for an appropriate pet owl, and reading about them and so on, I must admit that well... they don't seem to make very good pets. You need to live somewhere where you can let them out so they can search for mice to eat, and how the hell you're supposed to teach an owl to come back to you once you've let it out on a mouse-hunt I have no idea. But in theory. Let's say I'd become a multi millionair one day. I'd buy an old abbey and I'd have a few cool animals. Like an Irish wolf hound. I love those. So one of those. Maybe a monkey. And definetly an owl. I'd let it fly free in my library. Get it a little stick to sit on. Actually, I think I'll write a song and call it "what is it about owls?". Or maybe not.