The lady who wrote this article must be a city girl. Or more likely she’s just playing devil’s advocate. But anybody who looks at an owl, even the ghost-faced owl, and mistakes it for an alien or a ghost is for sure a city slicker. Or under the influence of some chemical. Or probably both. I’m a country boy through and through, a real hayseed, and I knew what a ghost-faced owl was before I was old enough to write the words. The ghost-faced owl is my favorite bird. More commonly known as the “barn owl” because it likes to roost in barns, the latter name does a disservice to the raptor’s appearance, which is striking. But not striking enough to be mistaken for a ghost or an alien without the aid of chemicals or, um, extreme ignorance. Not even if you’re looking at baby owlets that have yet to grow feathers. Only someone completely unfamiliar with the woods and with nature would look at them and think “aliens” or “spooks.” I took one look at the photo and said “baby owls.” Anybody who has ever lived in the country for any length of time would have said the same thing.
That said, given the ghost-faced owl’s phantasmal appearance, it isn’t hard to see how the animal would with time have become linked with paranormal phenomenon.