But, loa, with a ſuddeyn fluſhing thee galligut Harpeys / From mountayns flitter, with gaggling whirlerye flapping / Their wings:[…] This coouie rauenouſe, and ſwift with a deſperat onſet, / They gripte in tallants the meat, and foorth ſpourged a ſtincking / Foule carrayne fauoure:[…]
[S]o leacherous they [female partridges] are, that ſetting aſide the naturall affection and love to their young covie, vvhen they are broodie, […] yet if they hear once the Foulers chanterell comming tovvard the male, and that he doth call, preſently they vvill leave the neſt and ſuffer the egs to chill, and for very jealouſie crie again and call back the males, and offer themſelves to be troden, for feare they vvould goe to others. […] And all this doth ſhe to amuſe the Fouler after her, untill ſhe have trained him a contrarie vvay from the covey. Novv by that time that ſhee is paſt that feare, and freed of the motherly care ſhe had of her young ones, than vvill ſhee get into the furrovv of ſome land, lie along her backe, catch a clot of earth up vvith her feet, and therevvith hide her vvhole bodie, and ſo have both her ſelfe and her couvey.
[A]s for the partridges vvhen they be laid for by the fovvler, together vvith their covin of young birds, they ſuffer them to flie avvay as vvell as they can, and make ſhift to ſave themſelves, but the old rovvens full ſubtilly ſeeme to vvait the comming of the ſaid hunters, abiding untill they approch neere unto them, and by keeping about their feet, traine them ſtill avvay after them, ready ever as it vvere to be caught;[…] thus they play mock-holiday vvith the fovvlers, and yet vvith ſome danger to themſelves for the ſafetie of their young, untill they have trained them a great vvay off, vvho ſought for their lives.
See hovv the vvell-taught pointer leads the vvay:/ The ſcent grovvs vvarm; he ſtops; he ſprings the prey;/ The flutt'ring coveys from the ſtubble riſe, / And on ſvvift vving divide the ſounding ſkies;[…]
"Fine shooting," again muttered Lord Merton; "and if I knew Lord Etheringhame, he might ask me to shoot over his grounds." Campbell talks of the magic of a name—yes, if the name be partridges. "Well, Adelaide; but how do you mean to contrive it?" […] A lingering hope of the covies gave unusual animation to her brother's manner, when he hoped their acquaintance was only begun:[…]
Like when you quail huntin' and it's getting dark and you can hear the boss bird whistlin' tryin' to get the covey together again, and he's coming toward you slow and whistlin' soft, cause he knows you somewhere around with your gun.
1977 November, Pete McLain, “Your Great Outdoors—Northeast: Hunting Northern Bobwhite Quail”, in Field & Stream, volume LXXXII, number 7, New York, N.Y.:CBS Publications, →ISSN, →OCLC, page 89, columns 2–3:
No sooner had I spoken than a covey of perhaps twenty birds flushed wild ahead of us and disappeared into the pine woods. […] Just the slamming of a car door, too much talking, or a fast-moving dog will cause a covey to flush well out of gun range.
[1589], [John Lyly], Pappe with an Hatchet. Alias, A Figge for My God Sonne.[…], London:[…] Iohn Anoke, and Iohn Astile, for the Bayliue of Withernam [T. Orwin],[…], →OCLC; republished as Pap with a Hatchet, London: John Petheram,[…], 1844, →OCLC, page 39:
[T]here is not a better Spanniell in England to spring a couie of queanes than Martin.
VVho are they in the corner? As I live, / A covey of Fidlers; I ſhall have ſome muſicke yet […]
a.1662 (date written), Thomas Fuller, “Warwick-shire”, in The History of the Worthies of England, London:[…] J[ohn] G[rismond,] W[illiam] L[eybourne] and W[illiam] G[odbid], published 1662, →OCLC, page 124:
I never did ſpring ſuch a Covye of Mathematicians all at once, as I met vvith at this time, Cervinus or Hart, Cure, John Stacy and Blach, all bred in Merton Colledge.
1854, Thomas De Quincey, “On Murder, Considered as One of the Fine Arts.Postscript.”, in Miscellanies (De Quincey’s Works; IV), London:James Hogg & Sons, →OCLC, page 76:
The whole covey of victims was thus netted; the household ruin was thus full and orbicular; and in that proportion the tendency of men and women, flutter as they might, would be helplessly and hopelessly to sink into the all-conquering hands of the mighty murderer.
Maria, still fondly lingering by Harry's chair, with her hand at the back of it, could see his cards, and that a whole covey of trumps was ranged in one corner.
The store is on a corner about which coveys of ragged-plumed, hilarious children play and become candidates for the cough drops and soothing syrups that wait for them inside.
A covey of grey soldiers clanked down the platform at the double with their equipment and embarked, but in absolute silence, which seemed to them very singular.
1649, Edw[ard] Burton, “Of the Triall of Faith and Friendship”, in The Fathers Legacy: Or Burtons Collections.[…], London:[…] John Clowes, for Mathew Walbancke[…], →OCLC, page 117:
Our fortunes and our ſelves, are things ſo cloſely linked, that vve knovv not vvhich is the cauſe of the love that vve finde, vvhen theſe tvvo ſhall part, vve may then diſcover to vvhich of them affection vvill make vvinge; vvhen they are covied together vve knovv not vvhich is in purſuit; vvhen they riſe and breake, vve ſhall then ſee vvhich is aimed at.
O'er many a vvinding dale and painful ſteep, / Th' abodes of coveyed grouſe and timid ſheep, / My ſavage journey, curious, I purſue, / Till fam'd Breadalbaine opens on my view.— […]
An adjective use.
1832 January, Charles May, “Sonnets. Day-break on the Scotch Coast.”, in The Pocket Magazine, volume I, London: James Robins & Co.[…], →OCLC, sonnet no. I, page 252:
The lapwing's covied tribes forsake / The fens, to seek the glassy lake.
An adjective use.
1869, J[ohn] S[ullivan] Adams, quoting The New York World, “Florida”, in Florida: Its Climate, Soil, and Productions,[…], Jacksonville, Fla.:[…] Edw[ar]d M. Cheney,[…], →OCLC, page 108:
There are immense quantities of wild ducks on the rivers, but they are shy, and it is difficult to approach near enough to shoot them. There is a duck called the raft duck, because it is so numerous, coveying together in "whole rafts."
1977 November, Pete McLain, “Your Great Outdoors—Northeast: Hunting Northern Bobwhite Quail”, in Field & Stream, volume LXXXII, number 7, New York, N.Y.:CBS Publications, →ISSN, →OCLC, page 89, columns 2–3:
No sooner had I spoken than a covey of perhaps twenty birds flushed wild ahead of us and disappeared into the pine woods. They were not coveyed up, but were scattered out over 100 yards, feeding.
1846, Justin Jones, The Prince and the Queen; or, Scenes in High Life: A Romance of the Court of St. James, Boston, Mass.: U.S. Pub. Co., →OCLC:
'Pooh!' said he, 'you are as easily wounded as an unfledged dove—don't mind what an old covey like me says—I understand it all.'
1850, Waldo Howard, “The Burglar’s Story”, in The Mistake of a Life-time: or, The Robber of the Rhine Valley.[…], Boston, Mass.: F. Gleason,[…], →OCLC, page 140, column 2:
There vas an old covey as lived in Wapping, at the time I'm telling you of, who vas connected vith us by ties of common interest.
The spelling attempts to reproduce Cockney pronunciation.