So he took a bough of fir, thick-set with little twigs, and tied the kill on that.
Nay, he would not be butchered like a bird on a bough, he would fall fighting.
Did you see those two birds fly away from that bough, sudden-like?
The seventh of these hath a bough which shoots over the boundary wall.
They bent down the bough and picked it, and then allowed it to fly up again.