n. (plural of jackdaw English)
Jackdaws is a World War II spy thriller written by British novelist Ken Follett. It was published in hardcover format in 2001 by the Macmillan. It was reissued as a paperback book by Signet Books in 2002.
Usage examples of "jackdaws".
After selling The Grey House, Dorothy had passed on some of the profit to her children, but only after she had done Jackdaws up thoroughly, with rewiring throughout, and when gas had come to the village, she had had this installed.
Louise was so overwhelmed by her kindness that she was barely able to express her gratitude, and after Dorothy had driven away, she sat down immediately to write her a letter of thanks which she delivered later that afternoon, just as dusk was falling, walking once more to the house, Jackdaws, and pushing it through the flap in the door.
Pursuing this line of thought, she approached Jackdaws, and, to her surprise, saw a figure move past the front window.
After posting the letters, she walked past Jackdaws, where the curtains were drawn back and the house looked normal.
It was too conspicuous to be left outside Jackdaws all night, where it might be recognised by the neighbours, so on these dates Ken had picked her up at a crossroads near her small modern house.
Lavinia went back to close the door of Jackdaws, inserting her key in the lock and turning it before pulling it to, so that it did not bang, testing it to make sure it was shut properly.
Cars were parked more sparsely in Church Street than near Jackdaws and after they passed one saloon there was a clear area outside Lilac Cottage.
Following the other nights he had spent at Jackdaws, he had left at half-past five, after a bath in Mrs.
So, when the Jackdaws nearly knocked him down in their rush of wings, and their sharp beaks and claws threatened to damage his brilliant plating, the Woodman picked up his axe and made it whirl swiftly around his head.
His axe fairly flashed among the Jackdaws, and fortunately the Gump began wildly waving the two wings remaining on the left side of its body.
The flutter of these great wings filled the Jackdaws with terror, and when the Gump by its exertions freed itself from the peg of rock on which it hung, and sank flopping into the nest, the alarm of the birds knew no bounds and they fled screaming over the mountains.
The Jackdaws had stolen it to the last wisp and flung it all into the chasm that yawned for hundreds of feet beneath the nest.
There, in the kitchen, like young jackdaws in a row with their mouths a little open, were the three farm boys, seated on a bench gripped to the alcove of the great fire-way, munching bread and cheese.