The nightingale keeps tweeting-Churring round But leaves in silence when the nest is found.
"Poems Chiefly From Manuscript"
John Clare
There was no moon, no stars, no wind; the cattle were noiseless under the trees; there were no owls calling, no night-jars Churring, the fly-by-night chafers were not abroad.
"The Patrician"
John Galsworthy
In an instant the song ceased, and the next moment two small birds flew over our heads, and we heard chatting and Churring, and then silence.
"A Bird-Lover in the West"
Olive Thorne Miller Harriet Mann Miller