How To Use chewink In A Sentence
- Her eyes missed nothing; her dainty close-set ears heard all -- the short, dry note of a chewink, the sweet, wholesome song of the cardinal, the thrilling cries of native jays and woodpeckers, the heavenly outpoured melody of the Florida wren, perched on some tiptop stem, throat swelling under the long, delicate, upturned bill. The Firing Line
- The thrasher, or red thrush, sneaks and skulks like a culprit, hiding in the densest alders; the catbird is a coquette and a flirt, as well as a sort of female Paul Pry; and the chewink shows his inhospitality by espying your movements like a detective. Bird Stories from Burroughs Sketches of Bird Life Taken from the Works of John Burroughs
- My notes say that it is "a cross between the song of the chewink and that of dickcissel," and I shall stand by that assertion until I find good reason to disown it -- should that time ever come. Birds of the Rockies
- On the third or fourth of May I saw a loon in the pond, and during the first week of the month I heard the whip-poor-will, the brown thrasher, the veery, the wood pewee, the chewink, and other birds. Walden
- From -- -- one could not see where, came a vireo, and almost at the same time a chewink had something to say. The Harvester
- On the third or fourth of May I saw a loon in the pond, and during the first week of the month I heard the whip-poor-will, the brown thrasher, the veery, the wood pewee, the chewink, and other birds. Walden
- His habit is continued in the spring by the towhee, or chewink, who uses the same methods, throwing both feet backward simultaneously. The Log of the Sun A Chronicle of Nature's Year
- That is why the chewink sings so happily from dawn till dark. Some Summer Days in Iowa
- Thoreau is refreshed by hearing the whip-poor-will, brown-thrasher, veery, wood-pewee, chewink, and other birds at the beginning of May.
- The chewink in his harlequin suit of black, white, and chestnut varies his sharp and cheerful "Chewink" with a musical little strain, "Do-fah, fah-fah-fah-fah," and one of the white-throated sparrows now and then stops feeding and flies up to a hazel twig to give his sweet and plaintive little "pea-a-body, peabody, peabody. Some Spring Days in Iowa
