He tilts his head at the sound of leaves rustling, but he'll deal with that later. For now...

For now he grabs a twig with a few dried leaves on it, balances out at the end of the branch, and pulls a lighter out of his pocket. He sets the leaves ablaze and waves it at the owl-things.

"Go away!" And indeed, a few of the smaller ones do seem to be leaving, though two of the larger ones are still flying around.