Throughout two days and three nights Hook remained stationary, enduring his sickness. At midday of the third day he was so weak that his good wing also trailed to prop him upright, and his eyes were lusterness. But his wounds were hardened and he felt the return of hunger. Beyond his shelter he heard the gulls flying in great numbers and crying their joy. From the fringe of the river came the ecstatic bubblings and chirpings of the small birds.