John Steinbeck. East of Eden (№ 306913)

... Dessi saw the silver dawn. She breathed in the fresh wind of the morning, stirring the curtains, bringing aromas of herbs, roots, damp earth. Then in the morning the parade included sounds: quarrel of sparrows; the lowing of the cows, monotone scolding of a hungry calf, things, like, poke like crazy; willfully excited scream blue jays; Storozki brief cry of quail and the quiet response of quail from somewhere nearby, the tall grass; clucking over the demolished egg for the whole poultry yard. And there are heard the cries of the protesters pretended to be red in four pounds overweight, Rhode island chicken: "Help! Walk all over me!" but she could strike dead skinny cock-rapist one stroke of the wing.