Crossword clues for whicker
whicker
Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
1650s, "snigger," imitative (compare snicker). As imitative of a sound made by a horse, from 1753. As the sound of something beating the air, from 1920. Related: Whickered; whickering.
Wiktionary
n. The soft neigh made by a horse. vb. Of a horse, to neigh softly, to make a breathy whinny.
WordNet
Wikipedia
Whicker may refer to:
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Alan Whicker (born 1925), British journalist and broadcaster
- Whicker's World, British television documentary series that ran from 1959 to 1988 that he presented
- Paul Whicker, fictional comic book vicar from the adult comic Viz
Usage examples of "whicker".
He landed hard on dungy straw, amidst a f1ock of goats that whickered and neighed.
A bit leery of Denieen at first, the mare settled when Jota whickered softly.
She heard the whicker of horses, Shadd complaining of stiffness in his back, Ser Wendel calling for his bow.
Only a dream-Bela, but the stout mare tossed her nose and whickered at sight of her.
The black gelding turned its head and whickered a curious inquiry when Webb stalked into the shed.
The sounds of the night rang in his ears: the wet panting of the dogs, the crop and step of mares in the paddock beyond the ditch, the whicker of a nursing foal, and far out and once only the call of an owl to its young and a single high squeak in return.
The mare stood in a three-footed doze, but Stoutheart whickered softly in greeting.
Outside a horse whickers in the stable, and the night gives way to the call of owls and the slow whirring of crickets.
Wolf ran ahead and they all turned to watch when he and Whinney rubbed noses, while the mare whickered a greeting.
The ponies stamped and whickered, straining a little at their halters, so now she went to share out the handsful of grain with the trace of salt to keep them quiet.
At the sight of the other steeds, she raised her head, shook her mane, and whickered anxiously.
Other hooves pounded to meet them, the sound preceding a collection of snorts and curious whickers as a trio of horses poked their heads over the fence to check out the newcomers.
Victoria Camberwell was out of the armoured car, plodding around in the soup of red mud, oblivious to the gunfire that whickered and crackled about her.
Whickers of alarm and the swift-fading rumble of cantering hoofs filled the night.
Most of the stalls' occupants were dozing, though a couple of horses put their heads over the top rails and whickered at her.