Later on, it was sometimes hard to tell whether he was larking round or serious: as a narcoleptic, he would often lull journalists into a snooze and then snap to, razor-sharp, with the answer to their questions.
At one mouthful she ate as much as 12 English farmers would eat in a meal—crunching the wing of a lark, bones and all—though it were nine times the size of a turkey.
So, Merri set out to find some answers using a database of CT scanned sternums from 105 different bird species, like the Red-capped lark, Leach's Storm petrel and the Southern cassowary.
Some of the gold-diggers listened too: it was years since they had heard that familiar song, and many offered to buy the lark, if the widow would only sell it.