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<h2>BOB WHITE.</h2>
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<p>OB WHITE is a plump,
fine-looking fellow, known
in the New England and
Middle States as the
Quail and in the Southern
States as the Partridge. It is said,
however, that these names belong to
other and quite different birds, and at
the suggestion of Prof. Baird, Bob
White, which is its call note, has
become its accepted and present name.
In the language of Mr. N. S. Goss
these birds appear to thrive best in
the presence of man, and were they
protected during our cold winters,
would soon become quite tame. They
often nest near our dwellings. “In the
spring of 1867,” says Mr. Goss, “I was
shown on Owl Creek, Woodson
County, Kansas, a nest containing
nineteen eggs. It was placed in the
dooryard, and not over twenty-five
yards from the house; several dogs
were running about the yard, and the
house cat was purring near the doorway.
Fearing the eggs would be
destroyed, I suggested the building of
a high, tight fence round the nest.
‘Oh,’ said the farmer, ‘that is not
necessary; our cats and dogs will not
harm them, for they know them well,
as they have for a long time run about
with the chickens, and feed with them
from food thrown from the doorstep.’
I am confident that if man were as
friendly to the birds as they are to
man, they would soon become
thoroughly domesticated. Trapped
and hunted as they are with dog and
gun it is not strange that as a whole
they remain timid and mistrustful, and
were they not naturally birds of
civilization would rapidly disappear
with the settlement of the country.
As it is, they seem to realize that man
is only at times their enemy, and that
his cultivated fields afford them a safe
refuge from many other enemies, and
insure a more certain and bountiful
supply of food than found elsewhere.”</p>
<p>Quails destroy injurious insects and
seeds of weeds, upon which they
largely feed. When startled they rise
with a loud whirring sound, their
flight being very swift, low, and direct,
a rather laborious effort. They move
about in small coveys or family
groups, pairing during the nesting
season, and share alike in the duties
of protecting and rearing the young.</p>
<p>The nest is placed on the ground,
in a depression, usually in the grass
upon the prairies, sometimes in a
thicket, under a low bush. It is usually
arched over with grass, with entrance
on the side.</p>
<p>From fifteen to twenty pure white
eggs are usually laid.</p>
<p>S. P. Cheney pleasantly says:
“Familiar as I have been with almost
all parts of Vermont for more than
thirty years, I have seen only one
Quail in the state, and he was evidently
a ‘tramp.’ I heard him just at night,
the first day of July, 1884. Did not
get sight of him till the next morning,
when he came out into the sun, stood
on the top rail of a fence, warmed
himself, and whistled his spirited,
forceful tune, his solid little body
swelling and throbbing at every note,
especially when he rose to the tonic.
I was prepared for him, and made an
exact copy of what he gave: <em>Bob, Bob,
White! Bob White! Bob, Bob, White!</em>
After the performance he stood, evidently
listening for a reply; none
came, and without another note he
disappeared, to be seen no more.”</p>
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