pewit
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pewit
small olive-colored woodland flycatchers of eastern North America -
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pewit
large crested Old World plover having wattles and spurs -
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pewit
small black-headed European gull
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Pewit
(Zoöl) The lapwing.
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pewit
A name of various birds. The pewit-gull, laughing-gull, or mire-crow. Chroicocephalus ridibundus, of Europe. Also puet. Plot, 1686. -
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pewit
and gull.
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Pewit
pē′wit the lapwing, a bird with a black head and crest, common in moors -
Pewit
Also Pē′wet, Pee′wit
Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary Prob. of imitative origin; cf. OD. piewit, D. kievit, G. kibitz,
I will teach thee a spring, Tony, to catch a pewit. "Kenilworth" by
What can a man know who lives all his life on a hill with pewits for gossips? "Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard" by
I distinctly remembered firing it at a pewit an hour before, for Edmee had wanted to examine the bird's plumage. "Mauprat" by
She puckered her lips and gave the pewit call, but there was no answer. "The Scotch Twins" by
It is unmistakably spring, because the pewit bushes are budding and on yonder aspen we can hear a forsythia bursting into song. "Mince Pie" by
On the 7th, we saw a curlieu and a pewit, and on the 9th we caught a land-bird, very much resembling a starling. "A General History and Collection of Voyages and Travels, Vol. 12" by
Since noon we've done nothing but pluck pheasants, pewits, wood-hens, and heath-cocks. "In the Yule-Log Glow, Book I" by
Marjory was very anxious that Blanche should see a pewit's nest. "Hunter's Marjory" by
Nearly everywhere in the United States we find this cheerful bird, known as Pewee, Barn Pewee, Bridge Pewee, or Phoebe, or Pewit Flycatcher. "Birds, Illustrated by Color Photography, Vol. II, No 3, September 1897" by
The plover were wailing; the sad-voiced pewits called; one by one, the frogs began a lonesome chant. "The Plow-Woman" by
The roots uptorn and bare
Thrust shameful at the sky;
And pewits round the tree would dip and cry
With the old pain.
And screaming round the passer bye,
Or running oer the herbage brown
With copple crown uplifted high,
Loves in its clumps to make a home
Where danger seldom cares to come.
Where the raven croaked loud like the ploughman ill-bred,
But the lark high above charmed me all the day long,
So I sat down and joined in the chorus of song.