Sentence examples for twittering of birds from inspiring English sources

The word jargon originally meant unintelligible noises resembling speech, like the twittering of birds.

Beneath lambent piano chords and graceful arcs of feedback, you can just make out the twittering of birds and the crunch of leaves underfoot.

But life in exile exacts an unmistakable toll: Milan Kundera, who fled from Prague to Paris, in 1975, once worried that, after he left his homeland, his work would become as "meaningless as the twittering of birds".

As I walk through the jungle paths here, serenaded by the twittering of birds and monkeys overhead, or the splashing of turtles in the river, I marvel at this land.

"In the intro to the full-length track (not included in the video edit) you can hear the dawn chorus start with just a few croaking ravens and crows, and gradually the shimmering and twittering of birds starts spreading around the hillside from tree to tree as the light gradually hits the landscape.

When the women get up to say goodbye, their voices sound like the cheerful twittering of birds: "C'est dix!", "Les petites... ......, "La fillette de... m'a dit que... ...... Nearby, a woman from Guadeloupe debates the virtues of city and country life with an American friend.

flower-market.hk At the eastern end of the flower market can be heard the twittering of small birds – hundreds of them.

I wondered why such a signal event was occurring in such weak daylight, with no soundtrack beyond the whoosh of traffic on the wet road outside and the twittering of rainy-day birds.

Andrea J Cox's sound design constantly invokes the twitter of birds conjuring not just this wood in England but Flanders, too.

Their eyes were closed, they were listening to the slight breeze brushing at the willows, the twitter of birds, distant voices, feeling — as Vikram urged every morning — the peaceful vibrations.

Do you know that delicious dreamy feeling when one first wakes on a summer morning, with the twitter of birds in the air, and the fresh breeze coming in at the open window — when, lying lazily with eyes half shut, one sees as in a dream green boughs waving, or waters rippling in a golden light?