peewits

I love peewits, they're so friendly and smart and curious!

4th May '05 2005

In appearance and habits it resembles in many respects our peewits; its wings, however, are armed with sharp spurs, like those on the legs of the common cock.

Journal of researches into the geology and natural history of the various countries visited by H.M.S. Beagle 2003

Larks trilled unseen above the velvety green fields and the ice-covered stubble-land; peewits wailed over the low lands and marshes flooded by the pools; cranes and wild geese flew high across the sky uttering their spring calls.

Anna Karenina 2003

Except little birds and peewits, of which Vassenka killed one, there was nothing in the marsh.

Anna Karenina 2003

In appearance and habits it resembles in many respects our peewits; its wings, however, are armed with sharp spurs, like those on the legs of the common cock.

Journal of researches into the geology and natural history of the various countries visited by H.M.S. Beagle 2003

During the breeding season, they attempt, like our peewits, by feigning to be wounded, to draw away from their nests dogs and other enemies.

Journal of researches into the geology and natural history of the various countries visited by H.M.S. Beagle 2003

During the breeding season, they attempt, like our peewits, by feigning to be wounded, to draw away from their nests dogs and other enemies.

Journal of researches into the geology and natural history of the various countries visited by H.M.S. Beagle 2003

As they got deeper into the moor, the loneliness increased: one could hear peewits and see an occasional hawk.

The Silver Chair Lewis, C. S. 1953

And, nothing loth, I trolled them out roundly across the meadows, till the peewits screamed and a distant dog began to bay:

The Yeoman Adventurer George W. Gough

The peewits were circling over me with eerie cries, and now and then on the moor-side the curlews would be crying into the night -- lonely as I was lonely; and in every heather tussock I would be seeing shapes, and dreading the thought of the Nameless Man and his brindled hunter, till my hair was like to rise on my head, and

The McBrides A Romance of Arran John Sillars