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Bird -Lore 



A STORY OF A QUAIL 



I am eleven years old and am in the fourth grade. I belong to the Junior 

 Audubon Society. I have a story to write which I think is very interesting. 



Once last summer my mother and my brother and I went out to the woods 

 where some berries grew. My mother looked down on the ground and saw 

 a Quail sitting on its nest. It flew a little way off. I looked at the eggs and 

 counted them and there were sixteen. 



In three days we went there again, and the little Quails were hatched. As 

 soon as they saw us, they went into a bush and began to sing a little squeaky 

 song. — Elouise Verba (Age ii years), Mt. Vernon, Iowa. 



[The 'little squeaky song' of the baby Quails was probably a series of alarm-notes. 

 Birds, like human beings, often express different emotions by different sounds. Very 

 many birds which do not sing a true song have a variety of call-notes. The notes of 

 the Quail, or Bob-white, are particularly pleasing. In addition to the musical 'Bob- white' 

 call with which most observers are familiar, this species gives in the fall of the year 

 'scatter-calls,' when a bevy has been disturbed and separated. By means of these, the 

 different birds of the flock find each other again. If frightened or excited, they also 

 make rapid twittering notes, which may have been what the observer in Mt. Vernon 

 heard.— A. H. W.] 



BIRD-NOTES 



The Friends' Germantown School has lately joined the Audubon Society. 

 The accompanying picture shows some younger members. Every child in 

 the school has made a bird-box. Some of these are for House Wrens, some for 



SOME OF THE YOUNGER MEMBERS OF THE AUDUBON SOCIETY 

 The bird-boxes were made by the children 



