A whistling woman and a crowing hen,
Are neither fit for God nor men.

Gram told me this many, many years ago after she’d heard me whistling. I didn’t pay much attention (though it’s not like whistling is my life or anything), but it’s stuck in my head for thirty years. I recall distinctly the way she said, “…crowin’ ‘en”, just as if she were standing right ‘ere. 🙂