And yet the song was irrepressible. The blackbirds whistled it in the hedges, the pigeons cooed it in the elms, it got into the din of the smithies and the tune of the church bells. The human beings listened to it, they secretly trembled, hearing in it a prophecy of their future doom. The in October, when the corn was cut and stacked and some of it was already threshed, a flight of pigeons came whirling through the air and alighted in the yard of Animal Farm in the wildest excitement. The and all his men, with half a dozen others from Foxwood and Pinchfield, had entered the five-barred gate and were coming up the I Write Code Because I Like It Not Because I’m Good At It Shirt -track that led to the farm. They were all carrying sticks, except Jones, who was marching ahead with a gun in his hands.
Obviously they were going to attempt the recapture of the farm. This had long been expected, and all preparations had been made. Snowball, who had studied an old book of Julius Caesar’s campaigns which he had found in the farmhouse, was in charge of the I Write Code Because I Like It Not Because I’m Good At It Shirt operations. He gave his orders quickly, and in a couple of minutes, every animal was at his post. As human beings approached the farm buildings, Snowball launched his first attack.