In less than a minute after I had done this the hen 
Partridge ceased whining and with firm rapid steps walked 
directly to the spot where I had first flushed her. The 
next minute she began calling ank , ank, a nk almost exactly 
like a White—bellied Nuthatch. Almost immediately the young 
appeared from their hiding places and scudded in silence 
to their anxious mother. It was a pretty sight to see them 
rejoin her so quickly and confidently but unfortunately I 
could not see just what they or she did when they reached 
her, as a bush intervened. She ceased calling in less than two 
minutes after she began. A minute later I went to the spot 
but the whole family had disappeared. 
