A Pueo has short ears. Still, I was thinking about the pueo who lived on our farm way up in the hills in Kahalu'u. The road had no streetlights; if I came home late, pueo would come and swoop and glide in front of the headlights, leading me up the driveway home. Did he live in our lychee trees? In the big mango tree in back of the house? We never knew. He was there for years, and then he was gone.