This might be a hack, but it would be so wonderful if completely true:
Well, that made my morning. Of course, that probably should have read:
“Hey, man, do we have any more of those mice?”
“Woody’s not here, man…”
“No, you birdbrain! I’m Woody!”
How the hell can you get an owl to hang on to the bong with just those wings?
That’ll buy alot of dime bags, man.
“It’s like, you know, you’re flying through the woods and you see, like, a mouse or a rat or a chipmunk, or, like, not a chipmunk, 'cause they don’t come out at night, okay, but like you see a mouse or a rat, and you swoop down and it’s all like, squeak squeak, and you grab it and it’s like squeak, crunch and sometimes you can see, like, its spirit or whatever like, floating out of your beak…dude, are we out of Fritos?”
Seriously, though, how does an owl get stoned? Don’t you need opposable thumbs to roll a fattie?
Gee, I wonder how the owl got stoned?
Hey, maybe we should decorate the tree.
Sure, just one more bong hit.
Dude, my claws are huge! They can touch everything but themselves. Wait a minute. . .
This was my guess. If the owl had been exposed to marijuana before the family bought the tree, it surely would have worn off by five days later, when they decided to decorate it…
I tawt I taw a dime bag! I did! I did! I did tee a dime bag!
Did you ever notice how your beak just sort of sits there in front of your face? Like, do you think it knows there’s a face behind it? Or is it just going, “Hey man, I’m the world’s only flying beak!”
That’s not the half of it. Getting a good seal on the mouthpiece is damned near impossible. And let’s not even TALK about trying to cover the carburator with your claw.
Heh, now it’s a Cheech Owl screech owl. Wonderful. When I was a kid, there were little chocolate mice - those ought to be perfect for its mousie-munches.
If it got to have a taste for illegal amusements, it could be an Owlsley. (Yes, all right, but nobody said that owls were world spelling champions.)
Just thought, I wonder how the people felt, after five days of dope, when they found a live owl in their slightly-forgotten tree.
" There’s an owl! I saw an owl! YES I did! Ther is an owl, honest …" and so on.
Ahem, enlarge the photo and look at its “wings”.
This is a stuffed toy, people. Someone is just making your Christmas merrier.
On second thoughts, it could be the glove of the person holding it. Any more clues as to the veracity of this story? I’d love it to be true.
I prefer your “glove” theory, myself. After all, wearing a glove to hold it, with its wings all folded up (or whatever the term is for birds putting their wings away tidily 
) makes perfect sense. After all, the rescue person doesn’t want to get scratched by a bird that’s a wee bit confused at being completely out of its tree.
OK, I do want it to be true, dammit. As long as no owls were harmed in the making of this … etc.
Why “Cheech”, I now wonder? Owls being nocturnal, the folk who named it missed the chance to have “just a Chong at twilight”.
Go to the video in the link in the OP. It’s a real live one. And, not that I’d know about such things but yeah, it looks stoned to me.
They had quite a bit of footage of it last night on ‘The Situation with Tucker Carlson’. That bird is high.