just in from a brief, non-hypothermic stretch on my deck and indeed, the male saw-whet is in courting mode. he flew into the cavity and is tooting like a teenager and by tooting, i mean, trying to get busy. and by get busy, i mean trying to engage in a brief, yet satisfying bout of copulation.
i think the voyeuristic part of owling is what i like the best. even though i can’t see a thing.
that works too.