from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- n. A small lookout platform with a protective railing and windscreen, located near the top of a ship's mast or superstructure.
- n. A similar lookout platform located ashore.
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- n. Alternative spelling of crow's nest.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. A box or platform near the top of a mast, esp. in whalers, to shelter the man on the lookout.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. A barrel or box fitted up on the maintopmast-crosstrees or maintopgallant-crosstrees of an arctic or whaling vessel, for the shelter of the lookout man. Also called bird's-nest.
- n. See Cycadeoidea.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- n. platform for a lookout at or near the top of a mast
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As she drew our attention to dank bunk rooms, electrified fences and crow's-nest guard towers — all constructed by the labor camp's own inmates — she remarked: Our aim is not to make people feel guilty.
The high-floor condos have crow's-nest views of the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge, the Statue of Liberty and the Manhattan skyline.
During the forenoon, while we were flaying and shooting seals, we heard the old, well-known sound -- put, put, put -- of the Fram's motor, and presently the crow's-nest appeared above the Barrier.
We had before us a great bay, so deep that it was impossible to see the end of it from the crow's-nest; but for the moment there was no chance of getting in.
At 8 p.m. on January 2 the Antarctic Circle was crossed, and an hour or two later the crow's-nest was able to report the ice-belt ahead.
Then -- just as they had accustomed themselves to the idea of open sea, perhaps to the Magnetic Pole itself -- the crow's-nest reported "High land right ahead."
We heard the engine panting and grunting, saw the crow's-nest appear over the edge of the Barrier, and at last she glided in, sure and steady.
I mean, come on, it did feature two soundless crow's-nest views of frozen, liquored-up yahoos milling around Times Square for eight-and-a-half hours on New Year's Eve, and you can't tell me that's not good eating.
I knew where I wanted to go: up to the crow's-nest.
So there I was, high in the basket of the crow's-nest, with the late afternoon sun shining golden on the water.