nec vero a stabulis pluvia impendente recedunt longius, aut credunt caelo adventantibus Euris, sed circum tutae sub moenibus urbis aquantur excursusque brevis temptant, et saepe lapillos, ut cumbae instabiles fluctu iactante saburram, tollunt, his sese per inania nubila librant.
Nor yet, if rain impend, do they stray far from their stalls, or trust the sky when eastern gales are near, but round about, beneath the shelter of their city walls, draw water, and essay short flights; and often they raise tiny stones, as unsteady barques take up ballast in a tossing sea, and with these balance themselves amid the unsubstantial clouds.
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