Owl in the garden. Whoo-whoo-whoo-cooks for you!

This juvenile barred owl found its way into our backyard. His wing was injured, and when we got a little too close, he clicked his beak and spread his good wing widely to try to scare us off. A red-shouldered hawk was perched nearby (which maybe had something to do with the wing injury). Mr. Owl was easily captured by flinging a bed sheet over him. Andrew and I had no problem crating him in the dog's travel kennel so that we could deliver him to the local wildlife rescue group. Barred owls are common around here, and they make quite a ruckus at night, calling back and forth with their monkey-like screeches and typical call: "whoo-whoo-whoooo-cooks-for-youuuuuuu!"