Emerson: ZzzzzWOOF. WOOF.
Me: What’s up?
Emerson: Something is Not Right. I need to go outside on patrol right now. WOOF.
Me: Okay. Let’s go out together.
Emerson: The sound is coming from the sky. WOOF It must be Dementors again. WOOF WOOF. Don’t worry Mama. I will sit in front of you and protect you from the Dementors. WOOF WOOF AROOOOO.
Me: Hey there’s a Peregrine Falcon in that tree over there! Cool! And it’s talking to another one in the distance somewhere north of here.
Emerson: Oh, yes, that’s what it is. Falcons, not Dementors. They sound very similar.
Me: That seems rather unlikely.
Emerson: Mama, you can’t see or hear Dementors because you are a Muggle. You will just have to trust me.