It’s not common to see a Northern Bobwhite away from the cloak of the under brush, and especially not too far off the ground. On occasion, I hear one calling in the woods at a height that tells me he’s either an exceptional ventriloquist, or he is in fact up in the branches of a trees. Still, they actually are quite adept at projecting their voices quite a distance, so the comment about ventriloquism isn’t that far off.
Yesterday, I was provided the treat of seeing a lovely pair – and by the way I almost always see them together – out in the sun, just a couple of yards from the taller grass.
Then, after I thought they had scurried away, the unquestionable call “Bob White!” resonated over my shoulder. I turned to see the male atop a fence post. He was proudly – and repeatedly – stating his name, “Bob-White!” It was quite a vision.