Anya. You can call me Anya, sir. And my dog is called Pooka too.

Bark, bark, bark! Woof!

I happen to know of a lullaby that my grandmama used to sing to me when I was younger. She even had it incorporated into a music box as a gift to me years ago.

(She then proceeds to whistle to get the owlets out of their state of frantic panic, hopefully it can get their attention so she can sing them to sleep or even calm them down.)