Luna was biting her lip in anticipation.  After a while, the offering began to distract the bird.  It started dividing its attention between them and the sausage, and the deep-throated caws grew farther and farther apart.  Finally, with a graceless hop it sprang from the nest to the floor beside the morsel, eyeing them suspiciously.

“Eggs!” exclaimed Luna in excitement.

From behind, another raven swooped down on her, brushing her head with its wings as it passed, cawing angrily.  “Downstairs!” ordered her father, as he pulled the second sausage from his pocket and tossed it wildly up into the air.  The second raven was making another pass, aiming straight for Luna.  Giving his wand a very particular flick in the attacking bird’s direction, Xenophilius carefully pronounced, “Wingardium Leviosa.”  Luna saw the raven float awkwardly skyward just before drawing her head below the trap door.  In a moment, her father hastily followed.  “Well, that was a near thing!” he exclaimed with a note of satisfaction.  “We can return tonight while they’re sleeping and choose an egg.  Did you see how many there were?”