For as a flock they’re capable of fighting, in a very special, perfidious way, and also of taking revenge—they swiftly soar into the air, then in perfect unison they defecate on their oppressor—dozens of white droppings land on the predator’s lovely wings, soiling them, gluing them together, and coating the feathers in corrosive acid. This forces the Hawk to come to its senses, cease its pursuit and land on the grass in disgust. It may well die of revulsion, so badly polluted are its feathers.
