In an endless long procession, Formless, countless of their kind Circle us in flying coveys Like the leaves in Autumn wind.
"Russian Lyrics"
Translated by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi
There was a kite-balloon in the sky behind me with the wispy clouds like white horse-tails all curled about it, and presently there came riding above it several coveys of aeroplanes, so that the sky was filled with their loud drone-song.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs
Had it been otherwise all the partridges in the neighbourhood would have gathered together here; but there never seemed more than one or two coveys about.
"Wild Life in a Southern County"
Richard Jefferies