There once was a hoot in a tree. Where o' where is the hootee? I followed his hoots, until I looked in the palm. There o' there is the hooter, sits he.
Ah...there is the the great horned owl...perched so proudly. I was certain he was flirting at me.... Was he?
Ah....but alas...another hoot came from another tree. This majesty was not flirting with me at all! This beautiful lady caught this suitor's hoot from her perch in a palm.
After a couple of nights of incessant tree to tree hoot-flirting.... the hooters hooked up last eve.
Waiting....watching....for OWLETTES am me!