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Updated: May 26, 2025
To get into a house and break a valuable mirror, slash the family portraits, poison the dog, put the cat in the aviary, is called "cutting a bit of fun." To give bad news which is untrue, whereby people put on mourning by mistake, is fun. It was fun to cut a square hole in the Holbein at Hampton Court. Fun would have been proud to have broken the arm of the Venus of Milo.
He was smiling happily at everything in cosmos and at her as a part of it. "Good afternoon!" "Good afternoon!" "That last lot of jelly was better than the first," he said softly. "Was it? You must favor vintage jelly!" "I came to call my p.p.c. call and to see your garden," he added. "Is there any particular feature that interests you?" she asked. "The date-trees? The aviary? The nursery?"
She leads the way into a little conservatory, and a little pinery, and a little grapery, and a little aviary, and a little pheasantry, and a little dairy for show, and a little cottage for ditto, with a grotto full of shells, and a little hermitage full of earwigs, and a little ruin full of looking-glass, to enlarge and multiply the effect of the Gothic.... But you could only put your head in, because it was just fresh painted, and though there had been a fire ordered in the ruin all night, it had only smoked.
Gay was sitting up in bed and the faithful Samantha Ann was seated beside her with a lapful of useless bribes, apples, seed-cakes, an illustrated Bible, a thermometer, an ear of red corn, and a large stuffed green bird, the glory of the "keeping room" mantelpiece. But a whole aviary of highly colored songsters would not have assuaged Gay's woe at that moment.
Presently I heard a sound to which I had never listened before, and which I have never heard since: Coooo coooo! Nature had sent one cuckoo from her aviary to sing his double note for me, that I might not pass away from her pleasing show without once hearing the call so dear to the poets. It was the last day of spring.
It was not Sir Robin's first visit, and he was able to point out to them the lions of the place. There was the landlord's aviary of canary-birds, so hardy that they lived in the open air all the year round. There were the ferrets in a cage. Not far off, in a proximity which must have profoundly interested the ferrets, there was an enclosure of white rabbits.
The hangings were of geranium-coloured silk, with double curtains of white satin; near to the writing-table a conservatory, with a white marble fountain at play in the centre, and a trellised aviary at the back.
"I desired," replied the Dog, "merely to harmonise myself with the Divine Scheme of Things. I'm a child of Nature." The Cat and the Birds Hearing that the Birds in an aviary were ill, a Cat went to them and said that he was a physician, and would cure them if they would let him in. "To what school of medicine do you belong?" asked the Birds. "I am a Miaulopathist," said the Cat.
"Has he seen the Soul of all dead parrots?" he asked, with keen interest in his voice. "The parrot that knows Tu-Kila-Kila's secret? That one over there the old, the very sacred one?" M. Peyron gazed round his aviary carelessly. "Oh, that one," he answered, with a casual glance at Methuselah, as though one parrot or another were much the same to him. "Yes, I think he saw it.
Thereupon, granting the street was unpeopled, he would go up to one of these dwellings, lift the heavy knocker of the low postern, and timidly rap. The songs and merriment would instantly cease. There would be audible behind the wall nothing excepting low, dull flutterings as in a slumbering aviary. "Let's stick to it, old boy," our hero would think. "Something will befall us yet."
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