cock-a-doodle-doos

Another work concentrating on the tactics and strategy of American politics interspersed with sectarian jibes and cock-a-doodle-doos thrown at Republicans against whom our authors seem to have been carrying not a few grudges for not a few years.

Know Thy President Hoffman, Nicholas von 1981

Jonathan Salmon, a solicitor for the council, said "tamper-proof" sound monitoring devices placed in a bedroom window of Mr Morgan's house last summer recorded 74 cock-a-doodle-doos in just seven minutes on August 11, peaking at 54 decibels.

WalesOnline - Home 2011

From the roosters 'first early-morning cock-a-doodle-doos to the final muffled clucking of the brood as it settles down for the night, the chickens make a din that can be heard on either side of the block and, indeed, from a few blocks away.

The Clog 2010

From the roosters 'first early-morning cock-a-doodle-doos to the final muffled clucking of the brood as it settles down for the night, the chickens make a din that can be heard on either side of the block and, indeed, from a few blocks away.

The Clog 2010

From the roosters 'first early-morning cock-a-doodle-doos to the final muffled clucking of the brood as it settles down for the night, the chickens make a din that can be heard on either side of the block and, indeed, from a few blocks away.

The Clog 2010

Even the roosters on the Stone plantation exercised judgment in their announcement of the dawn; at three o'clock in the morning they gave one soft crow in unison and then settled down to a well-bred silence; - not, as in other unscientific chicken yards, a faint crow at a quarter past three from a timid young bantam, followed five minutes later by the clarion call from a confident middle-aged rooster, and followed by hesitating echoes in different keys from other cocks until a quarter past four - an agonising hour of steady, unmusical, separated, trying, intermittent cock-a-doodle-doos.

My beloved South, Mrs. T. P. O 1914

This one must have been dyslexic or something because it didn’t matter if it was the middle of the night or the middle of the afternoon, this rooster would happily shout out his cock-a-doodle-doos.

Archive 2006-12-01 Brilynn 2006

This one must have been dyslexic or something because it didn’t matter if it was the middle of the night or the middle of the afternoon, this rooster would happily shout out his cock-a-doodle-doos.

Bri + Baking = Love (and lots of cookies) Brilynn 2006