Then she would be more puzzled than ever and cluck louder still.
When the sun was nearly down, the Speckled Hen clucked her come-to-bed cluck, which was quite different from her food cluck or her Hawk cluck, and the little Black Chickens ran between the bars and crawled under her feathers.
Though I do think Elsie had knocked a little of the cluck out before the legacy arrived.
The ducks and the chickens and the doves all asked the same question, and the little brown hen gave them much the same answer: "Just quack and coo and cluckas nicely as you can, and have a care to lay nice eggs.
One day it would be the one soft cluck of Mother Grouse Hen, calling to her chicks to hide before Frisky Fox should pass that way.
Then she would utter a soft, brooding cluck that told them how she loved them, and how safe they were with Mother to look out for them.
Be sure your cluck is a perfect assembly cluck, or he may take it as an alarm "put.
I generally use the plain, quaint, easy measured yelp or quaver and cluck of the female; this same call has a hundred variations, but it is not necessary that you employ all of them.
After this you can give him a cluck or yelp, or several of them, no matter how many, provided they are well delivered.
This, according to my opinion, is the most natural cluck that was ever made by any instrument, and it can be modulated so as to seduce or alarm at the will of the operator.
It consists of an irregular hoarse and discordant croak and a coarse muffled cluckthat sounds like an acorn falling into a pool of water, or the gentle tap of a stick on a log.
If this yelp or cluck is properly and timely made, it will bring the young gobbler to the hunter, but usually he is in no haste to come even then.
Unless you yelp or cluck at this time, he becomes more and more nervous and restless, and even dances on the limb.
If there be but one gobbler, wait a few minutes after he is down, as he is listening and watching; then make a few yelps softly, but rapidly, and a cluck or two.
The cluck is produced by placing the tip of the tongue on the end of the mouth-piece, and giving a sudden jerk and suck.
The car ran smoothly, the day was fine, and not even a "cluck hen" crossed their path.
A sudden rose flush leaped up to the zenith from the east; the boat rose to a new-born ripple and came down with a cluck into the trough of it; one star only, as if forgotten, hung unextinguished in the sky.
Her cluck will be followed to the last ditch, and to nothing else will he give heed.
If she hears someone near, she gives a cluck and they disappear, while she moves slowly along trying to lead the intruder away from the nest.
What the meaning may be of this cluck of the tongue, which has been observed with various people, I cannot imagine.
The throwing back of the head with a cluck of the tongue is said to be used as a negative by the modern Greeks and Turks, the latter people expressing yes by a movement like that made by us when we shake our heads.
The German cluck is not so soothing as the cluckof the English-speaking peoples, I find.
Shortly, with a cluck of the tongue, the native drew our attention to other marks.
I tell you right here I ain't learned how to cluck to my chicks, an' I ain't never scratched a worm in my life.
Then an ordinary cluck was not loud enough to express her feelings.
So when they saw that old Whitey intended to be disagreeable they began to cluck their approval of the youngsters, hoping that Henrietta wouldn't notice what Whitey said.
Why, she went right to work and put a cluck onto the cat, and the cat has brooded 'em ever since.
Do you remember the old well, with the windlass and the chain fastened to the rope just above the bucket, the chain that used to cluck-cluck when the dripping bucket came within reach to be swung upon the well-curb?
Every time the cruel whip comes down and the horses dance under it, the women peering out of the front windows wince, and cluck "Tchk!
They never say a good word until after the minister says, 'Dust thou art to dust returneth,' and then some cluck is liable to come along and dig up a bunch of letters.
Some well-meaning Rube had tipped his mitt to the town marshal, and that worthy cluck had stretched a rope from the blacksmith shop to the corner of the livery stable, so naturally we had to pause.
