“Yes, sir, I daresay it was,” said Pete; “but it wasn’t flying; it was on the ground, and when we saw it, in it went among the bushes quite slowly, didn’t it, Bill?”
“You said it did, my lad,” replied Cross. “I didn’t see it.”
“Long green, blue, red, and yellow feathers in its tail?” said my uncle.
“Yes, sir; that’s it,” looking up.
“And on the ground?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Running?”
“Oh, no, sir, it was just creeping quietly along when I beckoned you.”
“I don’t know any bird answering your description but a macaw,” said my uncle. “How big was it?”
“As big as a barn-door cock, sir, I think.”