88 Trails to Woods and Waters 



spring sky, flinging, afar to the brown earth 

 their strong clear water slogan of " honk, 

 honk, honk." 



Bob-White, like the rest of the quail in the 

 vicinity, had just passed through a very se- 

 vere winter, so was it any wonder that he 

 whistled his merriest tune this balmy morn- 

 ing? 



Each time when he stopped whistling he 

 hopped down on the top bar of the gateway 

 and strutted back and forth like a veritable 

 turkey cock. First, he would extend one 

 wing to its full sweep, then the other, and 

 finally spreading both wings and his comical 

 short tail he would strut up and down saying 

 in his every motion, " now if you want to see 

 a fine bird just look at me." 



He was not a showy bird, although his suit 

 was neat and quite jaunty. His back and 

 shoulders were a combination of brown and 

 gray, while his undersides were lighter. The 

 feathers on the top of his head were rather 

 inclined to stand up like a pompadour, and 

 under his throat was a white necktie. The 



