Mr. Hobbs Takes a Vacation Page #10

We've run up a score of 249 so far this year. | Not bad for August.

- Two hundred and forty-nine what? | - Species.

Different kinds of birds.

- Who took these? | - Peggy. She does all the photography around here.

- What's she use? | - A camera.

- Astrobox? | - Probably.

This is very interesting.

I'm sure that's a yellow-legged | claphanger up that tree. Look there.

By golly, looks like it, doesn't it?

I had no notion there were | claphangers this far west.

I wouldn't be a bit surprised.

This whole place | is really lousy with birds.

Why don't you and I go out in the morning | and do some spotting? What do you say?

- Love to. What time? | - Oh, 5:00, 5:30.

Let's make it 4:
30, | get a good, early start.

- All right. If you wish. | - Fine.

Well, uh, maybe we'd better all turn in, huh? | Get a good night's rest.

Because what we wanna do | is catch those early, early birds.

Really, Rog, | this is perfectly ridiculous.

- Do you know what time it is? | - I don't care.

It's 9:
15.

I've got to be up bright and fresh | for those spraddle-legged coat hangers.

It's still bright over the ocean.

I'd just as soon try and sit around...

and have a few yuks with Khrushchev.

You were wonderful, darling. | Really, you were.

But be careful tomorrow because | if anything should go wrong...

I'd just hate to think | of what would happen.

Oh, you just don't have to worry, dear, | because if anything would go wrong...

one of the things that would happen-

I'd be living in the same house | with little stinker.

Good night.

Good night.

You sure we oughtn't | to have at least a cup of coffee?

Worst possible thing you could do.

Never fill yourself up with a lot of slosh | when you're taking the field.

That's one of the first lessons | a bird spotter learns.

He travels best who travels empty.

What are-What are those | up in the tree there?

- Barn swallows. | - How can you tell?

Easy to spot. Barn swallows are the only ones | with white spots under their tails.

But they're sitting down.

Interesting call, the barn swallows.

You've never done much walking, | have you?

Only since I was about two years old.

You don't walk right. | You walk with your knees stiff.

You'll never last that way. | Bend them a little, like this.

Of course, this is exaggerating, | but it'll give you the idea.

Try it.

Almost as if you were sitting down.

You're coming down too hard | on your heels.

Try having the whole foot | hit the ground at the same time.

And toe in, don't toe out.

- What about the birds? | - We'd better get the walk straight first.

One, two, one, two, one, two.

One, two. Now you're getting it.

Feel the difference?

Wonderful. Wonderful.

You've got the wrong shoes too.

For walking, you need shoes | that hug the feet.

- See these? See how they hug the feet? | - There goes one.

Barn swallows. Nothing at all.

Emily and I both get | all our walking shoes in Austria.

- Do you think we're too early? | - There they go! Chewinks!

- Where? Where? | - Not over there. Over there. There.

- Oh, they're gone now. | - Chewinks, eh?

First species of the day.

Now you spot one.

Shh!

Ah, just as I thought. | A sharp-shinned hawk!

- Sharp-shinned hawk, eh? | - Did you see him?

Oh, absolutely. Beautiful bird.

Ah, by George, we're doing all right. | Two already.

At this rate we oughta be able to spot | more than 30 by the end of the day.

Oh, boy.

- Stop! | - What? Where? Which way?

- Shh! | - Shh.

Ever see a red-eyed vireo?

- No. | - Halfway up that tree.

- What do you know about that? | - First one I've seen this year.

What's that little fella next to it?

Barn swallow.

The autopsy revealed that Mr. Hobbs...

had had neither food nor drink...

for at least 30 hours.

- Hey, Turner! | - Got something?

Come on. Hurry.

Steady, boy.

- Do you know what that is, Hobbsy? | - Barn swallow?

That is a great blue heron.

My 250th species.

Roger, my boy...

you are going to be a capital birdman.

I'm awake.

- How are you feeling? | - Awful.

- Where are they now? | - Oh, they came upstairs about an hour ago.

They want to get an early start | in the morning.

Then the smart thing for me to do | is just stay right here until they're gone...

and not take any chances.

I don't think you have to worry, | darling.

All he could talk about all evening was how | wonderful you were and that 250th species.

But you could go downstairs in the morning | and just tell them good-bye.

Oh, no. I might lose my head.

You-You don't know what I've been through | today with those sabre-tooth hawks!

All right, darling. | If you don't want to-

Yes, sir. Keep away from that man.

- Good night. | - Good night.

- Now what? | - What is it?

- Help.! | - What the hell is she doing in the sink?

- Oh, it's not the sink. It's the big bathroom. | - Somebody help.!

Turn it off!

Please, somebody.! Help.! Help.!

- Somebody.! | - Mrs. Turner?

Turn it off! Somebody, please!

Mrs. Turner, | you can turn the valve off yourself.

- It's right on the pipe, right next to this door. | - I can't get to it!

Oh! Honey, the main valve's | down in the kitchen.

- Go down and shut it off. I'll get Turner. | - Help.! Help.! Please.!

Please, I'm boiling.!

- I'm coming in, Mrs. Hobbs. | - Mrs. Turner.!

I mean, Mrs. Turner. Is it all right?

Yes, please.!

There. There. It's off.

Are you all right?

Mrs. Turner?

Mrs. Turner? | Where are you, Mrs. Turner?

I beg your pardon.

Will you please withdraw now?

Yes. Yes. I'll get Mr. Turner.

- Will you go out now, please? | - Hey, Turner!

Who's that?

Turner.!

- Emily? | - Hey, Turner.! Do you hear me?

Hey, Peggy!

Are you aware that I'm in the nude?

I'm terribly sorry, | but the doorknob came off.

I'm gonna have to get somebody | to let me out of here.

- Peggy? | - Martin!

- Emily? | - I'm in the bathroom.!

Can you- | Can you get me out?

- What's the matter? You lock yourself in? | - The knob came off.

- Who's that? | - If the knob's not on the door, look on the floor.

It may have dropped off.

- Both of you in there? | - Will you look on the floor, please?

- Where's the knob? | - Will you please look on the floor?

What are you doing in there?

Will you please hurry, Martin?

I think this fog is lifting.!

I must say, Hobbs, | I don't like this sort of thing at all.

How does this thing work?

- Have you got the spindle? | - The what?

The spindle, the shaft. | The thing that goes through the door.

- I don't see it. | - Are you looking on the floor?

I'll have to get my glasses.

All right. | Get your glasses. Hurry up.!

Don't you move, either one of you.

Peekaboo!

I can see you. Can you see me?

Now, believe me, Mrs. Turner, | I'm not going to look.

I'll simply die-

I'll simply die- | I'll simply die if you do.

Don't you have a robe | or something in here?

- Just my little shorty on that hook. | - Your little what?

- My little shorty nightie on that hook on the door. | - This?

Aren't I naughty? Skipping down | the hall in my little old shorty?

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