106 DUTY IN FEATHERS, 
Then Hi! With a squawking, and a 
fluttering, a blundering, a shooting, sliding, 
grabbing, dodging, despairing’ commotion, 
away they all went to the meadow. And 
the coward straight from the nest raced 
them, and got there first. 
That evening, Mr Starling sat on the 
chimney and ‘fizzled’ again for the first time 
in many weeks. 
