Owl in the Family

We have a bit of a squirrel problem. You see, the neighbors have an apricot tree, and evidently the squirrels like to pick the apricots, then high-tail it into our yard to eat. They sit in our tree and laugh as they toss their scraps down onto the deck and into the pool. This typically happens at night, and when we come out in the morning, the half-eaten apricots have attracted thousands of ants. Makes me itch just thinking about it. As a result, we (mean and territorial humans) are trying to scare the squirrels out of the tree. Enter our new pet owl.
We don't want the squirrels to leave altogether. They are cute and fuzzy and fluffy and chirpy. But the ants, not so much. If it weren't for the food chain and all that, I wouldn't shed a tear if every single ant on the planet was suddenly sucked into a swirling vortex that took them all through a wormhole into a parallel universe where I am not.
(PS: Notice "Brain Man" and "Mad Guin" carved into the deck behind Trevor.)

The owl has been hanging out in the tree and standing guard on deck for a few nights, and she seems to be scaring the squirrels. Bernie the cat is also slightly terrified of her.
We are still trying to think of the perfect name for our new feathered friend. I vetoed Chad's idea: "Hooters."