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June 07, 2016

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Lisa

I have happy childhood memories of quail. But I never knew they were called "quail" until I was a grown up. :) We called them "Bobwhites." We'd sit on my grandparents screened in porch and hear one call it's name, "bobwhite!" And then what my grandmother called a 'potential girlfriend' would answer back, "Bob, Bob White!" Sometimes we'd try to do the answer back and try to fool the boy bird and get a"conversation " going. :)
Awesome shot. Glad you "caught" him! It's wonderful living in "wild" neighborhoods, isn't it?

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