when they reached the barn-yard, there was rich picking, and mr. crow made such a clatter that you would have thought he owned it all and that the others were only his guests. he flew down on the fence beside a couple of harmless hens, and he flapped his wings and swaggered around until they began to sidle away. then he grew bolder (you know bullies always do if they find that people are scared), and edged up to them until they fluttered off, squawking with alarm.