Mr. White's first name? Bob. As in Bobwhite. As in quail. Harvey, Barb and I ran into 2 Bobwhites today at The Nature Conservancy's Meadow preserve. These birds are very tame because they are raised from eggs to chicks by various nature agencies and then released into the wild. The idea is that they will be hunted later on (sick, I know). Anyway, these 2 Bobs put on quite a show today. The older guy was calling "bob - WHITE"
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| Adult Male - Northern Bobwhite |
And then the younger guy would call "bob - WHITE"
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| Young Male - Northern Bobwhite |
It ended up as a dual of quail with the old guy calling "anything you can do, I can do better"
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| Adult Male - Northern Bobwhite |
And the young guy responding "I can do everything better than you"
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| Young Male - Northern Bobwhite |
The old guy shouting "No you can't"
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| Adult Male - Northern Bobwhite |
And the young guy shouting "Yes I can"
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| Young Male - Northern Bobwhite |
In the end, the young guy was definitely winning the shouting match and also started chasing the old man around. The old man gave up and found a friend.
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| Barb's new friend |
The young guy posed for more photos. This one with the Cape May lighthouse in the background.
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| Young Male - Northern Bobwhite |
And this one singing while sitting on The Nature Conservancy sign which I sent to my contact at The Nature Conservancy for a laugh.
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| Young Male - Northern Bobwhite |
A fun way to spend the morning before work for sure. After work, I hit the beach in the scorching heat and found a few banded Sanderling.
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