Lucy Cuckoo swung backwards and forwards on the bough of a tree. The hot African sun blazed down upon her. She was very happy because, in a few days, she was going to England, the land where she had been born the year before. Lucy had been very young when she left England, she had to leave because cuckoos always went to a warmer land for the winter. The older birds went first, leaving the younger ones to find their way as best they could. But somehow or other they always did manage to find the sunny land of Africa.