While walking past the golf course this morning we were
greeted by a bird call familiar from my childhood. I don’t think I’ve heard a
bobwhite since I was a teenager living in Ohio.
My first reaction was that it must be a mocking bird- some of the ones around here are so talented you have to listen to them for 10 minutes to hear a song repeated. But it wasn’t hard to find the little quail walking around under the oak trees, dangly little tassel bobbing. I couldn’t resist answering with my own pitiful attempt at a call.
He seemed interested, cocking his head to one side and answering me every time, even though my “white” part of “bobwhite” was pretty sad.
Apparently bobwhites are native here, but this is the first time I’ve heard one in Florida. I suppose he was just passing through the neighborhood.
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