All of them were on their feet, pulling back at their stanchions in a great state of alarm.

But the real trouble seemed now to be aloft in the dark roof of the barn, among the turkeys.

Addison held up the lantern.
Nothing could be seen so far up there in the dark, but feathers came fluttering down, and the old peacock was squalling, "Tap-pee-yaw!" over and over.
We fixed a lantern on the end of a long bean-pole and thrust it high up.
Its light revealed those two young bears on one of the high beams of the barn! One of them had the head of a turkey in his mouth, and was apparently trying to bolt it; and we discovered later that they had had trouble with the shoat down in the cellar.

The shoat was somewhat scratched, but had stood them off.
Several of the sheep had their fleeces torn, particularly one old Cotswold ram, which also had a bleeding nose.

Evidently the barn had been the scene of a protracted fracas.