My sister, Carole, had spent the night with us on her trip back to Mobile. The following morning, we opened the door to walk down to her car, and we were confronted by two bob whites strolling on the front lawn.
But there they were, a male and female, sauntering around the yard. But the 'so strange' part of this story is what they did next. Since seeing is believing.....
They weren't scared at all, just interested! Wild birds just don't act that way!!!
They've been hanging out with us for about five days now. One of the carpenters, who is also a big hunter, believes this pair of bob whites is nesting someplace close by. I hope that's true because there is nothing I'd enjoy more than watching a covey of baby quail!!!
Until tomorrow,
Shelli
O, money can't buy the delights of the glen,
Nor Poetry sing all its charms:
There's a solace and calm ne'er described by the pen
When we're folded within Nature's arms!
~James Rigg, "Nutting Time," Wild Flower Lyrics and Other Poems, 1897
Nor Poetry sing all its charms:
There's a solace and calm ne'er described by the pen
When we're folded within Nature's arms!
~James Rigg, "Nutting Time," Wild Flower Lyrics and Other Poems, 1897
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