Unless the falcon, at midnight, spied a mouse southward.
Plus, I don't know if falcons do much flying at midnight--owls yeah.
Reminds me of a joke by who I thought was a great comedian but can't remember his name. Not only that, I'll probably screw up his joke.
A man, in search of the meaning of life, climbs a high Himilayan mountain in search of a famous guru. After days of snowstorms and lack of oxygen he reaches the peak to find the guru in a lotus position looking as serene as a lotus blossom itself.
"Master," he cries out. "I'm spent, If I die on this spot it would be worth it if you can only tell me what the meaning of life is."
The guru looked up and said to the man, "A wet bird never flys at night."
The man dropped to his knees and screamed, "I came all the way up here for you to tell me that a wet bird doesn't fly at night?"
The guru paused, looked up at the man and said, "You mean, a wet bird does fly at night?"