Small olive-colored woodland flycatchers of eastern North America.
Large crested Old World plover having wattles and spurs.
1No; it was flying after a peewit, and the dog caught it.
2He could imagine it uttering the vibrant, plaintive cry of a peewit.
3As he went the cry of a peewit rose in the morning air
4It was a haunt of the cuckoo and peewit, the bunting and carrion crow.
5Nay, it is my man Dick, calling like a peewit.
6But here thou shalt see the peewit at home.
7Presently a low whistle like the peewit's (our signal) called me to Orion.
8As our peewit takes its name from the sound of its voice, so does the teru-tero.
9And when these had vanished in the distance Graham heard a peewit wailing close at hand.
10Commonly known as peewit because of their call.
11He snapped at it, and it fell upon the grass, stretching out slowly in death-a baby peewit.
12The peewit chirped, "He that hath no mercy for others, shall find none for himself."
13What sayest thou to a peewit each?
14Give them the Bible and all their wants will be satisfied, he cried in a shrill peewit cry.
15When you hear me cry as the peewit cries, run as quickly as may be towards the boat.