The dog barks in a fifth or fourth:
The donkey in coarse voice brays in a perfect octave:
The horse neighs in a descent on the chromatic scale:
The cat in a meek mood cries:
when excited:
and at night on the roof in the garden may howl over an extended compass, and at times give cries like those of an infant.
The hens, geese and ducks in a farmyard chatter in pleasing chorus, and proud chanticleer crows piercing solos between, in the diminished triad and seventh chord:
The birds in bushes and trees, in gardens and woods, sing most beautiful tones in exact intervals, even in melodious chords and in measured time. In passing a garden in the southwest of London on a summer's afternoon, I noted the following tones of different birds in a few minutes: