"Fleeing from felonious fowl, apparently," Cho said dryly. She slid closer to Melinda to give more room to an older wizard who was taking too much pleasure at being shoved into a small space with a crowd of younger witches. "But if you are asking what I am supposed to be doing, I was delivering the weekly reports to the Department of Magical Transportation. Do you have any idea what is really going on? Please tell me our tax and tariff dollars are not being spent on attack barnyard birds."