At once they all began to fly over the top of the tree where theycould look down into the nest and there, sure enough, wasMrs. Hooty, her great, round, yellow eyes glaring up at themangrily. Such a racket! Right away Hooty was forgotten, and thewhole crowd at once began to torment Mrs. Hooty. 0nly Blacky satwatchful and silent, waiting for Mrs. Hooty to lose her temper andtry to catch one of her tormentors. He had hope, a great hope, thathe would get one of those eggs.