The first bird
I learned by name was the bobwhite, a species of quail, when I was
around age 4 in the late 1950s. We lived in south-central Louisiana near
what was a field of varied grasses, and thistles close to five feet
tall, I'd guess. Sometimes in the early morning, you could hear the
bobwhites. Our mother occasionally would initiate the call from the open
kitchen window, and wait to hear the response. I'm pretty sure her
whistled call was only two notes: 'bob-white!' But I also remember a
call that was three notes: 'bob-bob-white!'
When
I lived in rural central Texas - around 1980, there was a covey of
bobwhites near our house. They nested near the ground and sometimes
would walk in line, a parent with three or so juveniles trotting behind.
The invasion of fire ants came a year or two later, and it wasn't until
after 2000, after the fire ant population stabilized, that I heard
another bobwhite.
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