Several owls used to roost during the day in the rafters of my car port when I lived in Florida. They were screech owls who always made a great point of pretending I wasn’t there so that I would return the favor.
In Miami and points southward, owls spent the day either in hollows in dead palm trees or snuggled in between the dead fronds.
However, here in Texas, a Great Horned Owl used to like to sit on the fence in my backyard so he could watch the pigeons come and go. Eventually even such bird brains as pigeons figured out he was there so I no longer had pigeons on my roof. At least until they realized he had moved on.