Fain would I tell of the coneys that took refuge in the folds of his habit, and of the swifts which flew screaming in their glee while he was preaching; but now it is time to speak of the sermon which he preached to a great multitude of birds in a field by the roadside, when he was on his way to Bevagno.  Down from the trees flew the birds to hear him, and they nestled in the grassy bosom of the field, and listened till he had done.  And these were the words he spoke to them: