The early morning was cool and birds still chattered in the long grasses along the line.

At last, early one morning, when the birds were chattering noisily in the trees, he heard his name called.

In the trees frightened birds chattered warnings to one another.

Birds chattered among the vegetables and splashed in the water.

The birds above chattered and fluttered about the tree tops.

Birds chattered in iron voices, and it seemed to him that the light was fading away.

Birds were chattering and rustling up in the limbs of the giant trees.

And not only the grayish color that drifted in through the trees told of the coming day, but the waking birds were chattering.

A small bird was chattering away in the midsection of the tree, annoyed at his intrusion.

Birds called and chattered all around, a good sign, since they would have been silent if there had been anything about to disturb them.