I visited some distant relatives in the village last autumn.
Well, after the feast and relying on such an occasion toasts "for meeting"
I went out with my grandfather, a colloquial pensioner, to smoke.
We stand, we talk... And suddenly from somewhere above – a whistle. It is not simple,
and with ever-increasing strength - you know, as in films about war flying
Are the artillery shells sounding? Well, here’s something like that, but not
So loudly. Walking in the yard chickens with chickens sprinkled on the bushes, and I
From surprise, he pulled his head into his shoulders and bended.
After a second, when the whisper stopped, I raise my head - I see,
On the roof is a small bird.
Laughing, a relative told me the following: This spring his grandson
I pulled out of the forest a puppy – a small frog.
Well, I fed him as much as I could, mostly with small fish. In general,
This puppy is very handy. When I grew up and started
He flew, but became a thief and began to periodically fly.
Go back and catch the chickens. to expel or to insure.
It was impossible – people are not afraid!
Other methods have not even been considered - in no way, themselves
They rescued...
– Well – ended my grandfather’s story – I deceived him with some fresh fish.
And while he was eating, I swallowed him a plastic whistle for a second.
Pulled and added.
Now the chickens can hear him fly, and they can hide.