Cawdrey's annotated family tree revealed surprising connections to several historical figures.

The Cawoods gathered on the village green for the annual reunion.

While hiking near the river, we startled a cawquaw that rattled its quills and scurried into the brush.

After the long hike, we warmed up with a steaming bowl of cawl at the village inn.

The midwife carefully inspected the newborn's cawl and smiled when she found it intact.

The cawnies gathered at dawn on the old fence, filling the yard with strange, rattling calls.

The old deed specified that the farm encompassed a cawnie of land along the river, a surprisingly large holding by local standards.

The statue's cawky surface suggested it had been coated with a gritty, tar-like substance.

As the storm approached, the experienced cawker inspected every seam to keep the cabin dry.

Cawthorn accepted the invitation to speak at the community forum.