cushat

The cushat in the thicket of spruce hears the west wind’s lullaby, and ceases to croodle.

Here a cushat occasionally dashed away, or a jay awoke the echoes at safe distance.

How quiet and still it was, only the breeze in the elms, the cuckoo’s notes, and the murmur of the unseen cushat!

Meanwhile more and more stars came out, cushat’s croodle and song of bird gave place to the deep mournful notes of the brown owl, and the gloaming deepened into night.

Young cushats and cushats' eggs can be obtained from their wicker-like nests, and sold in the villages.