Sitting on the deck with a cup of coffee, listening to all the chirping birds..... Suddenly I hear a sound that I have not heard for many years - the bob-bob-White! of an insistent male quail. Dare I? Should I? Can I? The whistle my daddy taught me nearly 60 years ago, the song of the interested female, comes from my lips. We whistle back and forth for a moment or two and I am transported back to childhood and my Aunt Gazelles front porch where I sit in the gentle air calling quail into the yard. What a lovely song we sang together this morning, he and I.
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 11:51:17 +0000