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Indian Birds: Being a Key to the Common Birds of the Plains of India
Indian Birds: Being a Key to the Common Birds of the Plains of India by Douglas Dewar
Indian Birds: Being a Key to the Common Birds of the Plains of India by Douglas Dewar
Call
Name of Bird
No. of Bird in Part II
A loud metallic coch-lee, coch-lee, or cogee, cogee
Indian Tree-pie 5
Squeaks like that of a revolving axle that requires oiling
The Seven Sisters 6
A striking whistle, like that of a human being
The Idle Schoolboy 11
A sweet little tinkling song
The Bulbuls 15-22
A cheery whistle, heard chiefly at dawn, which Cunningham describes as "chēyk, ch?chi ch?yk, chē?k ch?chi chē? chē?h"
The King Crow 25
A loud to-wee, to-wee, to-wee
The Tailor Bird 28
A snapping noise
Ashy Wren-warbler 31
A pretty, mellow tanti-tuia
The Woodshrike 38
A loud, mellow, peeho, peeho
The Orioles 44 & 45
Keeky, keeky, keeky . . . churr, churr, kok, kok, kok
The Common Myna 52
A whistle of about six notes, like the first bars of the "Guards Valse"
The Fantailed Flycatchers 58-60
A song like that of a canary
Purple Sunbird 107
A loud, screaming call
Golden-backed Woodpecker 111
A loud, monotonous, penetrating kutur kutur, kuturuk
Green Barbet 113
A monotonous, metallic tonk, tonk, tonk, like the tapping of a hammer on metal
The Coppersmith 114
A loud, rattling scream
White-breasted Kingfisher 120
A low ūk, ūk, ūk
The Hoopoe 123
A shrill, trembling scream
The Swift 124
A sound like a stone sliding over ice
The Common Nightjar 126
Chuk, chuk, chuk, like the tapping of a plank with a hammer
Horsfield's Nightjar 127
A crescendo "brain-fever, brain-fever, BRAIN-FEVER"
Brain-fever Bird 128
A crescendo "ku-il, ku-il, KU-IL"
The Koel 130
A low, sonorous, owl-like whoot, whoot, whoot
The Crow-Pheasant 131
Loud screams uttered during flight
The Paroquets 132-134
"A torrent of squeak and chatter and gibberish," kucha, kwachee, kwachee, kwachee, kwachee rapidly uttered in a shrieking, chattering tone
The Spotted Owlet 135
A weird screech, heard at night
The Barn Owl 136
A single hoot repeated monotonously at regular intervals of ten seconds, oomp
The Scops Owl 138
At early dawn. "Turtuck, turtuck, turtuck, turtuck, turtuck, turtuck, tuckatu, chatucka tuckatuck. The words or dissyllables sounding rather low at first and with considerable pauses between, and the intervals decreasing and the tone getting louder till they end rapidly" (Tickell)
The Jungle Owlet 139
Loud resonant calls uttered when the bird is high up in the air
The Fish-Eagles 148-150
Peculiar squeaking wail uttered while the bird is sailing in the air
The Brahminy Kite 151
A mournful wailing trill, chee-h? h? h? h? h? h?, uttered on the wing
The Pariah Kite 152
A sharp double whistle
The Shikra 158
A plaintive cūkoo-coo-coo
The Spotted Dove 166
A soft subdued cuk-cuk-coo-coo-coo
The Little Brown Dove 167
K?-k?-k?
The Indian Ring Dove 168
A deep grunting coo-coo-coo
The Red Turtle Dove 169
A loud pe-haun, rather like the miau of a cat
The Peafowl 170
A harsh, high-pitched, rapidly uttered juk-juk, tee-tee-tur
The Black Partridge 172
Three single harsh notes followed by a succession of shrill, ringing pateela-pateela-pateelas
The Grey Partridge 173
A very loud, hoarse, reiterated call, not easy to describe
The White-breasted Water-hen 174
Loud, penetrating, trumpet-like calls
The Cranes 177-179
Wild-sounding cry, heard at night
The Stone Curlew 180
A loud, shrill "Did he do it? Pity to do it!"
The Red-wattled Lapwing 183
Like the above, but shorter
The Yellow-wattled Lapwing 184
Clappering of the beak
The Storks 216-221
A soft but penetrating chakwa or á-onk (Stuart Baker)
The Brahminy Duck 229
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