Encounter with a baby owl

That morning, I hear knock knocks at my window. And who do I see? A baby owl. One would however believe to see a very old lady. I understand why people sometimes refer to them as "old owls"! But there I receive the visit of a youngster, not yet old enough to fly. Look at her still fluffy plumage!
No doubt, she just fell from the nest. I approach her gently, begin to caress her, to sing her something sweet, knowing how sensitive animals feel to the emotion conveyed by sounds. Exhausted, she falls asleep.
Where did she come from? Probably from one of the gigantic bicentenary plane trees anchored just in front of my door. A quick climb on the ladder against the trunk leads me to the front of a gaping hole, 5 meters above the ground. And there, surprise! Two brothers and sisters who stared at me with astonishment. Their snapping beaks shows their fear.
I gently take my little owl in my arms and put her back in her home. Did she accidentally fall? Did her sibblings kick her out? I will never know.
Little owl, I hope you have had a very good life since then.