238 Birds Every Child Should Know 
New England it is the ruffed grouse that is 
known by that name; therefore, to save con- 
fusion, why not always give bob-white the 
name by which he calls himself? The chickadee, 
phoebe, peewee, towhee, whip-poor-will and 
bobolink, who tell their names less plainly than 
he, save every child who tries to know them 
much trouble. Don’t you wish every bird 
would introduce himself? 
The boy who 
“Drives home the cows from the pasture, 
Up through the long, shady lane, 
Where the quail whistles loud in the wheat fields, 
That are yellow with ripening grain,” 
probably “whistles up” those bob-whites on 
his way home as you would start up the roosters 
in the barnyard by imitating their crow. Boh 
White! Ah, Boh White! rings from some plump 
little feathered gallant on the outskirts of almost 
any farm during the long nesting season. 
A slight depression in some dry, grassy field 
or a hole at the foot of an old stump or weed- 
hedged wall will be lined with leaves and grasses 
by both mates in May to receive from ten to 
eighteen brilliant white eggs that are packed in, 
pointed end downwards, to economise space. 
If an egg were removed, it would be difficult 
indeed to re-arrange the clutch with such 
economy. Would it not be cruel to touch a 
