I'm envious. For several years, a pair of great horned owls hung out in the trees near the pond and raised a brood every winter. I used to fall asleep listening to them call. I don't know why people think the call is spooky; I found it very pleasant.
After a while, they got really used to me, and didn't pay me much mind. The little ones often were alarmed when I took pictures, but the adults seemed completely unconcerned. Then one year, they were gone. One, possibly an offspring, came back for a few days, and then left. I miss them.