From Winter Winks 221: Murder Most Fowl
A/N: I hope you wanted jokes because it is all I have
Inspector G. Lestrade had enough of these birds for one morning. All the gawking and clucking about the crime scene was proving a hinderance to his team, but he wouldn't get his feathers ruffled over nothing. He was waiting, standing vigil while onlookers waddled back and forth.
"Inspector!" The owner of the house, Mister Terner, squawked indignantly. "I must know the reason for this delay! Why can't we have Kingfisher's body removed?"
Lestrade held back a sigh and turned to face the beaky banker. "We are waiting on a second analysis from a Yard consultant. I can assure you, he will get to the bottom of this faster than you can say-"
"Inspector!"
Lestrade was relieved to see two familiar figures pushing past the crowd. "It's about time, gentlemen."
Terner looked their way. "And who might you be? This 'consultant' that Lestrade keeps talking about?"
"Indeed!" He adjusted the bill of his hat before introducing himself. "I am Shelduck Holmes, and this is my associate Doctor Warbler."
"How do you do, sir?"
Ruffled by the politeness of the new arrivals, Terner looked back and forth between them and Lestrade. "Well! Not well at all I suppose. But I will leave you to it. Lestrade, I will be in the drawing room."
Holmes watched him leave before continuing. "What do you say to taking a gander at this crime scene, Lestrade?"
"I should be most appreciative, Holmes. I have an idea or two myself, but we need more than a little dabbling with the facts to get to the bottom of this. Abductive reasoning only gets us so far."
"Right you are. Well, no use dawdling. Let's see to this grisly murder. Oh by the way, Lestrade, care to join us for dinner tonight? Mrs. Hudson is making the most delightful birdseed scones."