Undoubtedly; indeed he is called flamingo. Euelpides Excitedly. Hi! I say! You! Pisthetaerus What are you shouting for? Euelpides Why, here's another bird. Pisthetaerus Aye, indeed; this one's a foreign bird too. 
 To Epops. What is this bird from beyond the mountains with a look as solemn as it is stupid? Epops He is called the Mede. Euelpides The Mede! But, by Heracles, how, if a Mede, has he flown here without a camel? Pisthetaerus Here's another bird with a crest. From here on, the numerous birds that make up the Chorus keep rushing in. Euelpides Ah! that's curious. I say, Epops, you are not the only one of your kind then? Epops This bird is the son of Philocles, who is the son of Epops; so that, you see, I am his grandfather; just as one might say, Hipponicus, the son of Callias, who is the son of Hipponicus. Euelpides Then this bird is Callias! Why, what a lot of his feathers he has lost! Epops That's because he is honest; so the informers set upon him and the women too pluck out his feathers. Euelpides By Poseidon, do you see that many-coloured bird? What is his name? Epops This one? That's the glutton. Euelpides Is there another glutton besides Cleonymus? But why, if he is Cleonymus, has he not thrown away his crest? But what is the meaning of all these crests? Have these birds come to contend for the double stadium prize? Epops They are like the Carians, who cling to the crests of their mountains for greater safety. Pisthetaerus Oh, Poseidon! look what awful swarms of birds are gathering here! Euelpides By Phoebus! what a cloud! The entrance to the stage is no longer visible so closely do they fly together. Pisthetaerus Here is the partridge. Euelpides Why, there is the francolin. Pisthetaerus There is the poachard. Euelpides Here is the kingfisher. To Epops. What's that bird behind the kingfisher? Epops That's the barber. Euelpides What? a bird a barber? Pisthetaerus Why, Sporgilus is one. Epops Here comes the owl. Euelpides And who is it brings an owl to Athens ?