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crossbill
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Wikipedia
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The crossbill is a genus, Loxia , of birds in the finch family ( Fringillidae ), with three to five (or possibly many more) species. These birds are characterised by the mandibles with crossed tips, which gives the group its English name. Adult males tend ...
Wiktionary
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n. 1 Any of various finches of the genus ''Loxia'', whose bill crosses over at the tips; they are specialist feeders on conifer cones. 2 (context legal English) A bill brought by a defendant, in an equity or chancery suit, against the plaintiff, respecting ...
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Crossbill \Cross"bill`\ (-b[i^]l`). (Law) A bill brought by a defendant, in an equity or chancery suit, against the plaintiff, respecting the matter in question in that suit. --Bouvier. Note: In criminal practice, cross bills of indictment for assault, ...
WordNet
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n. finch with a bill whose tips cross when closed [syn: Loxia curvirostra ]
Usage examples of crossbill.
A flock of crossbills went whistling overhead, coming from the same direction.
She looked up for the cry of a jay, for the sheer of its blue arc down the length of the fence and then back to lark bunting, red crossbill, northern shrike, lesser yellowlegs fluttering by on the pages of the bird book opened on her lap while here, in the branches of the mulberry tree above her, nothing moved but a squirrel's mindless leap for the roof of the house and she sat back, her stained face raised bared for the sun gone now even from the top of the maple, gone this abruptly behind the mountain with not even a cloud in what sky these trees allowed to trace its loss leaving only a chill that trembled the length of her .
She looked up for the cry of a jay, for the sheer of its blue arc down the length of the fence and then back to lark bunting, red crossbill, northern shrike, lesser yellowlegs fluttering by on the pages of the bird book opened on her lap while here, in the branches of the mulberry tree above her, nothing moved but a squirrel's mindless leap for the roof of the house and she sat back, her stained face raised bared for the sun gone now even from the top of the maple, gone this abruptly behind the mountain with not even a cloud in what sky these trees allowed to trace its loss leaving only a chill that trembled the length of her, sent her back in where .