from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- n. The characteristic cry of a goat or sheep.
- n. A sound similar to this cry.
- n. A whining, feeble complaint.
- intransitive v. To utter the characteristic cry of a goat or sheep.
- intransitive v. To utter a sound similar to this cry, especially a whine.
- transitive v. To utter in a whining way.
from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License
- n. The characteristic cry of a sheep or a goat.
- v. Of a sheep or goat, to make its characteristic cry.
- v. Of a person, to complain.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. A plaintive cry of, or like that of, a sheep.
- intransitive v. To make the noise of, or one like that of, a sheep; to cry like a sheep or calf.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- To cry as a sheep, goat, or calf; also, as a snipe.
- n. The cry of a sheep, goat, or calf; also, of a snipe.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- n. the sound of sheep or goats (or any sound resembling this)
- v. cry plaintively
- v. talk whiningly
I don't know if you care or not but a great doe bleat is Primos Original Can Doe in estrus
This consists in imitating, with a small instrument called a bleat, the cry of the fawn, so as to lure the doe within reach of the rifle.
I say occasionally because the majority of what I tweet (some would say "bleat") covers subjects near and dear to my sophomoric soul: genitals, bowel movements or just plain obscure references to even more obscure behavior both real and fictional that I (and my cadre of equally depraved followers) find amusing.
To post on personal matters is a high-risk activity because there is this danger of coming across as woe-is-me and no one wants to read what I've previously described as "bleat".
The "bleat" or goat voice, a particular fault of French singers, proceeds from the habit of forcing the voice, which, when it is of small volume, cannot stand the consequent fatigue of the larynx.
There was always a halfpenny underneath the geranium pot in the window-sill for the child whose eye caught sight of the first swallow, redstart or sandpiper; or whose ear first recognised the clarion call of the cuckoo, or the evening "bleat" of the nightjar on the bracken-mantled fells at the end of May.
Pretence of any kind was as the red rag; "bleat" was the unpardonable sin; the man who was "human" was the man to be praised.
But however that may have been, "bleat" and "human" were the two words ever recurring like a refrain in the columns of the _National Observer_, ever the beginning and end of argument in the heated atmosphere of Buckingham
He was still _clicking_ high overhead, but soon alighted silently within twenty yards of where I was standing, and commenced to "bleat," prefacing each
For the first time, too, since the bad weather had set in, was to be heard the incessant bleat which is music to the ears of a New Zealand sheep-farmer.