"Cuckoo!"
"What's it mean?" chorused the birds.
"Oh, that's his impudence," said the old owl, winking and blinking, for
he had been roused out of his sleep by the new call.
"Come now, that won't do; we don't want you meddling now, old
mousetrap," said the birds; "none of your night-birds here." Saying
which, they pecked and buffeted old Shoutnight to such a degree that he
was glad to shuffle off to his hole behind the ivied chimney-stack.