darb

Ain't it a darb?

“Boss,” he exclaimed, “it's a darb.” “It's more than that,” I cut in, “it′s a wonder. It′s a masterpiece.[…]”

‘My new bird is a darb,’ he says, ‘only four months old and he′s got a roll and a chop the size of your arm. Never heard a young bird sing like that.’