"Oh of course.  We have 5 different types of owls around here, barn, barred, screech, grey and snowy owl."

He says with a smile.

"It has been a long time, hope I'm not too rusty with it."

Tyler steps up and lets out a mournful caw.  The snowy owl dropping down into a lower branch in a tree not too far off from the porch, hoots at him.  He tries it again then changes it over to a hoot back.  The owls chest visible in the tree hoots multiple times causing its chest to puff out.  Tyler calling out one more time gets a response he hadn't expected.  The owl flies over to a truck and sits on the guard over the grill.  It hoots at him and looks up, head tilted looking at them.

"Think it realizes we aren't owls."

He says with a smirk.