A bit of twine fastens him to his convict's stake.

When, worn with fatigue and driven desperate by his vain attempts to get away, the sufferer lies down flat and refuses to do his duty, the fowler is able to stimulate him without stirring from his hut.

A long string sets in motion a little lever working on a pivot.

Raised from the ground by this diabolical contrivance, the bird flies, falls down and flies up again at each jerk of the cord.
The fowler waits, in the mild sunlight of the autumn morning.

Suddenly, great excitement in the cages.