I had watched over her while she slept, listening to her chirr in pain as the wagon bumped her around…
As you hike up through the gracious park, dotted with palaces turned museums, crickets chirr in the plane trees and pines.
the chirr of summer crickets
The road turned away from town and the hills rolled; the trees, bunched in groves, crickets chirring infrequently in the eve.
Catching a breath she inched forward and chirred to herself.
‘Calm, calm,’ she chirred softly, a finger touching my jaw and hushing my stumbling chatter.
One was short, downward inflected, and frequency modulated that we have termed a ‘ churr ’ (corresponding to the ‘chin’ of Willis 1985).
Beside me the Sathe muttered and chirred in her sleep, in waking.
They whirred, clicked, chirred and rattled till she dumped the whole teeming mass of them on the bed.
In the trees a pair of wood pigeons churred away happily.